His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 5

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 5 – IVYPOV “I now sentence you both to d***h by beheading,” the Alpha told us. The crowd cheered, and my stomach dropped though I knew it was coming.

Abbie clutches my fingers with hers. “Don’t cry. They don’t deserve your tears,” she whispers barely audible over the cheering from the crowd.

The Alpha grabs my arm, leading me to a huge stone block. I could smell blood on it as he shoved me down, pressing my forehead against it. I feel something hit my face before it splats on the stone next to me, a tomato, b****y animals. It angered me; our deaths weren’t enough. They also had to humiliate us too.

The Alpha drags his sword over the stone, and I feel the cold blade pressed against my neck, yet it was blunt. I bit my lip to stop the sob that wanted to escape me. Trying to picture anything other than what is about to take place. I recall a memory of the Spring festival. Abbie and I sat in our room but could hear the music, we wanted to go, wanted to know what it would be like to be part of the pack even just once, but Mrs. Daley refused, locking us in our room.

Instead, we pretended we were there and slow danced with each other while giggling and twirling each other around the room. I focused on that memory when I felt something placed over my head, a hessian bag. This was it; I was going to be free of my torment. Free of this life. I just hope the next one is better, hoping Abbie will be with me there.

“What do you think you are doing?” A deep voice that made the crowd go silent filled the air. I hold my breath before hearing a collective gasp from those watching.

“Putting this rogue out of its misery,” Alpha Dean says. I try to look through the hessian bag but can’t see anything.

“She is not even of legal age for this. Free her now,” comes the voice strong and unwavering.

“Under whose authority do you have the right to demand that of me?” Alpha Dean asks, the sword sliding off the stone with a clang.

“Are you questioning me Alpha, I assure you if you heed my warning and don’t let her go, I will be forced to take your life. Now free her and hand her over to me now,” comes the voice-only this time. I felt a rush. The stranger’s aura bursts out of him, and I hear the Alpha take in a sharp breath.

“Lycan,” Alpha Dean gasps.

“Correct, and it is about time you recognized your superior Alpha,” the man says.

“Pack law says we are allowed to decide how we choose to handle the rogues,” Alpha tries to argue.

“Yes, rogues of age, she has no wolf, or I would sense it, now free her,” the voice says, getting closer. The Alpha laughs nervously.

“You have no authority here. This is my pack,” I could hear the tremble in his voice, he was speaking out of embarrassment. Lycans rule, they are the superior species, and my Alpha was treading dangerously into uncharted territory.

“You dare speak to a Lycan like that?” Comes another voice, though this man’s voice was deeper, his tone oozing authority, and his aura made me whimper. I hear a hush fall over everyone. You could hear a pin drop; it fell that silent, and I was suddenly too scared to even breathe loudly.

“I, King Kyson, order you to free her now!” His words sounded threatening, despite how calm he spoke them. His scent wafting to me, my mouth filling with my saliva at his intoxicating scent. I hear the Alpha whimper beside me before the sword falls from his hands, clanging loudly on the wooden stage beside me. Listening, footsteps move up the steps before l felt a presence behind me where Alpha was, yet the aura coming out of whoever it was made me tremble violently.

“You dare speak out against my Beta. Who do you think you are?” The voice booms loudly before I feel someone grab my arm, pulling me up. Sparks rush over my skin, and I hear him gasp before my heart thumps loudly in my chest while I try to make sense of what is going on.

My legs tremble under the weight of his aura, his grip the only thing holding me upright when the bag is lifted from my head. I find everyone on their knees except the blonde man from the orphanage. He was smiling at me before I looked at the man holding my arm, my breath hitches when I caught sight of his silver eyes watching me curiously.

I drop my gaze to see my Alpha on his knees, cowering; the man holding my arm starts pulling me from the stage and down the steps before walking up the aisle between the rows of chairs.

Abbie remained, trembling on her knees on the stage, looking over my shoulder at her. The man lets me go, passing me off to the blonde man, who grabs me but doesn’t hold tight like the man who pulled me from the stage did. He drops his aura, and everyone takes a deep breath. The Alpha growled on stage, and I turned to look back over my shoulder as he grabbed Abbie. Her shriek made me shove the man away when I saw him push her over the stone and grab his sword from off the stage next to her head.

“No,” I choke out.

Panic seized me, and I ran to the man that saved me, or I think he saved me. I had no idea why he stopped the Alpha or what his intentions with me were, but love was alive because of him for now.