His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 40

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 40 – The drive to the castle was long, and the roads were bendy, making my stomach roll. We were stopped at the side of the road while my stomach heaved violently. Twice, Kyson has had to ask the driver to pull over so I could throw up. I wiped my mouth on a tissue, Beta Damian had ready, and the King passed me a water bottle, toothpaste, and toothbrush. As I removed the foul taste from my mouth, I welcomed the minty taste. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that egg and bacon muffin; I was now paying dearly for it.

Reaching for the bottled water, I swished it through my mouth. I felt hot and clammy. The entourage of cars circled around us, and the King’s guards had their backs to us, for which I was thankful. My stomach was becoming embarrassing, and it was definitely not ladylike to be tossing my stomach.

Made more humiliating that the King has witnessed my stomach’s upheaval multiple times since l met him. Mrs. Daley would have whipped me good. Thank G*d the King didn’t seem fazed, more concerned if anything, and I had to keep pushing him away when he kept trying to hold my hair. I was worried I would puke on his shiny shoes.

“Not much further, I promise,” Kyson said while I rinsed my mouth one last time before climbing back into the car. I crawled across the seat and laid down directly under the air-conditioning vent, feeling hot, and Kyson climbed back in before the cars pulled off and continued.

“Ivy, your seat belt,” Kyson said but ignored him, turning my face into the seat.

“Ivy!” His tone warned me, and I huffed, closing my eyes. I was too sick to care right now, my mind only thinking of how crook I felt. Meh, I had a good run. Nearly 18 is a good time of length, I thought.

“I will give you two seconds, Ivy, to place your seatbelt on,” I groaned and turned my head to face him before turning back to face the rear of the seat and curling into a ball on my side. I was not putting it on. It dug into my belly, making the sloshing worse, and I felt uncomfortable with it on.

“One.” I rolled my eyes and growled before snickering at the fact I had growled at him.

It was becoming more frequent, and, as embarrassing as it was hearing the strange noises I now made, I also liked that I could growl back at him. It was strange, like when boys hit puberty, and their voices changed. Instead, I am hitting the werewolf phase and now making animal noises. How ridiculous.

“One and half, and you did not just growl at me,” he said disapprovingly. I snickered and shook my head. Kyson growled, and I growled back at him, though his was more controlled, louder. Since I forced it that time, it came out more of a purring meow. The King clicked his tongue.

“Are you seriously disobedient over a seatbelt? You do not want me to get to three?” I rolled my eyes, but thankfully he didn’t see. “Ivy!”

“Two, I said for him, not caring for his counting. I was not placing that seatbelt on. I don’t care if I sounded like a stubborn child. He wasn’t the one with his belly churning because the d**n road there was like a roller-coaster. Not that I had been on one, but I don’t think I would after being on this road that seemed to have no end.