His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 52

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 52 – Ivy POV

“Quick, sit down while I try to take care of your hand,” Dustin said, dragging a cut in half wine barrel over. He flipped it, so I could sit on it. The other guard growled at him before gripping his shoulder.

“We were told to bring here, that is all,” he snapped at Dustin. I looked at the man who stared at me like I was the scum over the earth, and I quickly averted my gaze.

“Remove your hand, Trey, or f*****g lose it,” Dustin snapped at him.

“I’m following orders, the King said to bring her here, and that was it,”

“F**k the king,” Dustin snapped, and the man went to take a step toward him when Gannon walked in. “Yes, f**k the King, remember where your loyalties lie, Trey,”

“They lie with my King,”

“And she is your Queen,” Gannon snarled at him, and the man whimpered before his eyes went to me.

“You haven’t been here as long as the rest of us, but the King swore us all to choose his Queen over him,”

“If so, why is she down here, then?” The man demanded.

“Because the King is an idiot. Move Dustin. I will wrap her hand. Go fix up the old King’s quarters for me,” Gannon said, crouching down in front of me.

“Yes, Sir,” Dustin says while Trey growled and Gannon glanced over his shoulder at him.

“You’re off guard, get out of my face,” Gannon ordered him, and I felt his aura rush out and Trey doubled over before rushing out.

Gannon set to work cleaning my hand and wrapping it. “It will heal once you shift. Do you think you can hold off a couple of hours?”

“Can’t you heal it?” I asked. My hand was throbbing to its own beat, my fingers were black and purple, and fragmented bones pushed beneath my skin like splinters.

“I would if I could, but only the King can heal you. My saliva or blood won’t work on you since you aren’t mine,” Gannon says, cupping my face with his hand. He pulls his phone out of his pocket. “Once the moon is at its highest peak, I will take you outside, so you can shift, my Queen,” Gannon says.

“Please don’t call me that,” I murmur, looking away from him.

“I need to ask you something,” Gannon says, unlocking his phone and scrolling through the pictures. He stops before turning his phone to me.

“Do you know this woman?” he asks, and I take the phone from him. A sob escapes from my lips when I realize it is my mother. I nod, tears trekking down my face.

“She’s my mum,” I smile sadly, brushing my thumb over the picture of her. What I would give to hear her voice again. She looked a little younger than I remembered in this picture, but I knew it was her. Gannon hangs his head and shakes it, and he sighs heavily before looking up at me.

“He will come around, Ivy. You just need to give him space.” Gannon tells me.

“What do you mean? I don’t get it. What did I do?” I ask. Gannon frowns when I see his eyes glaze over, and i could tell he was mind-linking. I waited for him to finish, and his eyes flickered before falling on me.

“You did nothing. It’s what your mother did. She k****d the King and Queen; she also k****d the King’s sister.” I blink, astonished, unable to believe what I was hearing. That would be impossible. She couldn’t have.