His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 80

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 80 – Kyson POV

Anxiety filled me as I approached our room, wondering if she snuck out without any of the guards. However, I was pretty surprised to walk in and find her sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. One of my books is open on the floor beside her and the tablet in her hand. Her tongue poked out the side as I watched her press her fingers to the touch screen before holding the tablet up to listen to the words.

Once she is done, she sets the tablet down to do the following sentence. Stopping behind her, she doesn’t look up until my shadow blocks out the heat from the fireplace. Only then do I realize she is shivering, and goosebumps cover her skin. I bend down and pick up my book, and she sighs. “I was going to put it back,” she said, her teeth chattering. Pride and Prejudice. I hand it back to her, and she takes it.

“You can touch whatever you like, Az” I pause, almost calling her Azalea.

“Whatever you want, just ask Ivy. What’s mine is yours,” I tell her, and she nods, taking the book from me and finding her page.

“I thought you wanted to go for a walk?” I ask her, sitting down behind her and propping my arm on my knee. I lean back against the armchair, trying to figure out how to ask her if I can not only look between her legs but also tell her she isn’t the daughter of a monster. Before she could answer, though, Clarice opened the door, bringing in our dinner.

“What chapter did you get to, my Queen?” Clarice asked her, bringing her tray over and setting it on the coffee table.

“Only page eight,” Ivy says with a frown.

“You’ll be able to read by yourself in no time,” Clarice nods; however, I did notice that Ivy never batted an eyelash at Clarice using her title. Almost as if she had come to accept it. Ivy thanked her, and I saw how she subtly sniffed the air before frowning when she realized the meat was what I class as burned or ruined. I swap our plates, handing her mine.

“Can you ask the kitchen staff to prepare Ivy’s meals the same way as mine from now on?” I asked Clarice.

“From now on, my King,” she says, her eyes flicking to lvy, who was typing away again.

“Yes, Clarice,” I tell her, and she glances between the both of us.

“And you’re sure, my King,” Clarice asks, and I sigh. News clearly travels fast. I hadn’t been here five minutes, and the entire castle was aware, which meant I had no choice but to tell her tonight.

“Positive,”

“Very well, my King. Enjoy your book, Ivy,” Clarice tells her, but Ivy wasn’t even paying attention too busy typing into the device. Clarice smiles before leaving. I eat watching Ivy let her food get cold before taking the tablet from her.

“Eat first. Your food is going cold,” I tell her, and she growls. Ivy folds the corner of the page and shuts the book. I internally cringed. My biggest pet hate was folded book pages, and it was the first edition, making it all the more cringe-worthy, but I remain quiet, knowing if I said anything, she would probably have no idea what I am talking about when it comes to book editions.

Ivy picks up her knife and starts cutting her meat, devouring her food hungrily. She shivers her entire body shuddered from it, and her teeth chattered, yet her skin was flushed like she was overheating. I reached over her, touched her head to find her skin blistering hot, and the moment my hand came in contact with her skin, she sighed, pressing against it. Yet her scent hadn’t changed, so it couldn’t be her going into heat. I moved my hand off her head, and she shivered again before going back to her food.