His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 68

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 68 – My claw marks on his face healed, but they did leave faint scarring, which on him only added more character and did nothing to deter from his g*d-like good looks.

“All you had to do was submit, but since you didn’t, I can’t guarantee you won’t try to run again,” he said while his thumb brushed over my lips; I jerked my head away, and he sighed.

“You will learn one way or another, Ivy. There is no escaping the bond and won’t escape me again,” he said before walking away and back to his whiskey.

For most of the day, he sat around reading while I stared at the closet door, trying to stop the memories from the orphanage, memories of being tied up with my hands behind my back and tied to my feet. Yet one thing with silence was your mind; your mind takes you to places you wished you could forget, convincing you that you were still stuck there. Only now, I didn’t have Abbie whispering beside me to keep me sane. No, now I only had the King’s silence, and it was deafening.

My muscles ached from not walking, and I needed to pee. No sooner than I thought he was beside me undoing the handcuffs. “Go, he said, nodding toward the bathroom.

“You forget I can feel you, Ivy, now hurry up,”

“Then, if that were true, you wouldn’t have me handcuffed to the d**n bed.” he seemed perplexed, and I stumbled over my own feet as I climbed off the bed before rushing to the bathroom.

When I came out, my eyes instantly went to the handcuffs in his hand as he stood waiting by the door. My heart rate picked up, and he tilted his head to the side while he observed me.

“I thought you were scared of me,” he says, holding the handcuffs up, and my heart lurched in my chest, pumping frantically. He watched me for a second before looking at the handcuffs.

“But these scare you?” he said before scrubbing a hand down his face. He sighed and bit his lip as he thought for a second. I stood on the spot, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, waiting for him to force the cuffs back on me.

“You run from me. I will lock you in the cells under the castle, or I put you back in these, he warns, and I nod my head. He curses under his breath, shaking his head before tossing the handcuffs on the bed.

“One chance, Ivy. So don’t ruin it. I don’t enjoy punishing you,” he said before sitting on the edge of the bed. For someone who doesn’t like punishing me, he seemed to do it an awful lot lately.