His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 48

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 48 – Ivy POV All-day I worked with Abbie around the castle. Clarice was in an excellent mood, and the place seemed to buzz. Clarice even let Abbie choose her own chores halfway through the day, so we spent it outside raking while chucking the leaves at each other. It was the most fun we had had in ages. Both my guard and Damian followed me like my shadow. But even Dustin and Beta Damian joined when we had our leaf fight. It was great spending the day with Abbie, but when Damian got finished mind- linking the King, he called me over to him. I wandered over, pulling leaves from my hair.

“My Queen, it is time to go in. I think a storm is coming, and it is best you come inside before it rains,” he stated, turning all business-like again.

“Just a while longer, please?”

“I’m sorry, my Queen, I must insist. The King wants you in bed by 8 PM,”

“Fine, but stop calling me your Queen,” his lips tugged up in the corners and he nodded.

“As you wish,” I said goodbye to Abbie, feeling a little sad I had to go. That sadness grew worse once back in the room. His scent was everywhere, and before I could stop myself, I dashed to the bed and rolled all over it. I rolled myself up in the blanket, soaking up his scent, breathing it in. However, pain twinged in my chest that he wasn’t here with me.

I was still squirming and rolling across the bed like a madwoman when Beta Damian walked in with my dinner. I froze, then growled at him; the noise threatening. It startled me and cut off abruptly when I realized what I had done.

“Sorry, Beta Damian,” I apologized quickly.

“You can call Damian Ivy, and don’t be. Kyson was worried you may fret without him. It must be hard to be away from him,” he placed a tray of food on the coffee table, yet I wasn’t hungry.

“If you get too uncomfortable without him, sing out, I will be in the hall all night anyway, but maybe put some of his clothes on. It will help,” he said before nodding and leaving the room. Once showered, got out and put on one of Kyson’s shirts and picked at my food, not really tasting it, my hunger gone.

All night, I tossed and turned, my stomach cramping and pain I couldn’t explain ravaged through me. The pain was almost crippling as it writhed through me. I felt manic and delirious, snapping and snarling, pacing the room. I did not know what was wrong with me, but everything was telling me to leave, to go and look for him. I must have started crying again because the door burst open, and I burrowed under the blankets on the bed. My growl was thunderous, and I tore off the bed, about to a****k, before stopping when Beta Damian grabbed my arms.

“Ivy, it is me. Your Beta.” I shook my head and clutched my chest. Embarrassment washed over me, but it was nothing compared to the pain I felt. The distress and anguish in my chest hurt most.

“What is wrong with me?” I cried, collapsing on the ground.

“You’re fretting. It’s natural. I will ring the King. Maybe speaking to him will help ease the discomfort.” I nodded. Beta Damian pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the King. I listened to it ring before he stepped closer to the bookshelf. They spoke for a bit, and I couldn’t quite hear what was said, but the King sounded angry.

“Kyson, she is right here; I will put her on,” the King said something back to him.

“What do you mean?” Damian asked. And I could have sworn I heard him say he didn’t want to speak to me.