His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 91

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 91 – Kade rips me to my feet by my hair, he shoved me toward the door, and I saw my phone; I tried to snatch it off the counter when he punched me the stomach, knocking the air from my lungs as I doubled over. He smashes it on the floor, my phone breaking into pieces while I try to catch my breath. He kicks me in the stomach, and I retch. The little food I had eaten bubbles up my throat and spills onto the floor along with my blood.

Dots danced before my vision, and flecks of gold as a wave of dizziness washed through me, the room spinning around me violently. My blood dripped from the g**h on my head. Kade’s feet stopped beside my face when hands grabbed me, and I was tossed over his shoulder. He kicked the door, sending it flying into the front of the yard before stomping down the steps.

“Open the trunk,” he snapped at one of his men, who rushed to do his bidding. I thrashed, trying to get him to put me down, begging and pleading with him though it fell on deaf ears when I was tossed into the trunk, and he slammed the lid shut.

I have no idea how long he drove for, but I was sent hurtling into the rear seat when he jammed on the brakes. My heart beat erratically, filling my ears with the pounding sound of it when I heard the car doors slam, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe, panic consuming me, and I tried to s**k in a hiccuped breath as the trunk lid opened. One of his warriors reaches in to grab me. I thrashed, slapping his hands away and kicking when he punched me. My head whipped to the side, and I felt my eye swell shut instantly and I groaned, dazed from the blow.

“Hurry up,” Kade snarled when I felt a needle jammed in my arm, it was like someone set my veins on fire as the poison raged an inferno through my bloodstream. “Don’t worry, Love, it won’t k**l you, but you won’t be able to shift or heal, just a mild sedative,” Kade mocked as I peered up at him through my swelled eye that felt like it ballooned out.

The other man grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder, and I groan, feeling sick at the motion of him walking up steps before I was dumped onto a red carpet. I couldn’t even sit up, wholly p*******d yet wide awake. My mind raced as I tried to look around, yet all I could see was a bed with red blankets in the distance. Attached to it were different chains and ropes and the room smelled funny. The pungent aroma of incense burned my nose.

“Sit her up, and make sure she watches,” Kade sneered when the man from before gripped my shirt leaning me against the wall. He grabbed my head that lolled forward; I was dribbling blood and drooling down my chin. A woman walks in with barely any clothes on.

She had black lingerie on, her hair was cut short in a pixie cut, and she was wearing stilettos. “Yes, Alpha,” she asks, yet I noticed the tremble of her fingers and the shake to her voice.

“This is my mate, Abbie. She is being punished, so we are going to put on a show for, get on the bed, Blaire. The women gasps and spins when he motions toward me with his hand, and she stumbles back, her face paling.

“Your mate?” she gasps and goes to kneel down, her hands outstretched like she wanted to help me when Kade snapped at her. “Don’t touch the s**t. Now get on the bed,” Kade snarls at her.