Page 37 of His Lost Lycan Luna

A feral growl leaves him as he turns to face the intruder. I peer around him and recognize the person who has just stepped into the room: it's the man from the car, Gannon.

"It is Gannon, My King," he addresses him, barring his neck, yet he isn’t afraid of the King at all as he enters, moving to help Damian.

"Sorry, Gannon," the King says, and the man nods, walking over and grabbing a bag. I am still trapped behind the King between the bed and the wall, and he blocks my way.

Would it be rude if I walked over the top of his bed to get past him? I push that thought away. It would definitely be rude.

I clear my throat awkwardly, but he doesn’t hear me over the low growling emanating coming from him. I look at the other two men for help. Is his Beta laughing at me, trying to squeeze past him?

No matter what I do, I will brush up against him, so I hesitantly reach up and tap his shoulder with my index finger. His reflexes are so quick I don't even see him move. I trip over my own feet, stepping away from him when he suddenly has my hand that taps him in his grip. He is suddenly facing me.

He blinks, cocking his head to the side and staring at me strangely like he is trying to remember who I am. His silver eyes reflect back at me. I swallow, bumping into his bedside table when I step back.

"I, um, can I get past?" I squeak out, trying to maneuver around him. But everywhere I step, he steps in my path until I step into him. He growls when his eyes dart to my fingers, and his tongue sneaks out and licks them. I gasp at the tingling sensation when his tongue laps up the blood that runs down my arm. He's going to eat me!

I jerk my hand from his grip, finding my fingers healed when he tilts his head to the side, watching me. Feeling his dark gaze on me, I try to step around him, but he blocks my path and keeps doing so. He growls, the sound becoming annoyed. His furry hands grip my arms and lift me. My feet leave the ground and dangle in the air when he brings me face-to-face with him.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice sounding much deeper and rougher in this form. I didn’t expect him to be able to talk so well in this form. Werewolves can mindlink but not speak with their mouths in wolf form. And also did before when he spoke my name so seeing it is quite shocking. My feet dangle as he brings me to eye level with him.

I blink at him, stunned at how close his face is to mine, before hyperventilating. I think I’m having a panic attack. My clammy hands grip his huge furry shoulders, his head dropping to look at them touching him when he growls, his eyes snapping back to mine. He tilts his head to the side, watching me closely when I notice his tongue roll across his razor sharp pointed teeth. It suddenly becomes extremely hard to breathe as my panic sets in. My heart is racing so fast I can hear it in my ears.

He is going to kill me.

He is going to eat me.

His teeth look sharp. I’m about to be a Lycan snack.

"Please don't eat me," I blurt out, fisting the fur on his shoulders, trying to push away from him. He laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The sound is odd, rough, and echoey. My breathing becomes harsher, and I feel dizzy as I push away from him, yet his grip does not waiver. He pulls me to him, crushing me against his chest, his tongue running up the column of my neck and I gasp at the feel while one arm moves to wrap my legs around his waist. My hands gripping his thick fur loosen as my body turns languid in his strong arm. I need air.

I can’t breathe…

I’m aware of the sensation of falling as I tumble back in his arms, the room spinning around me as I choke for breath. His hand moves quickly to catch me, his claws scraping the sides of my neck.

“Ivy?” he purrs, sniffing me, then he growls, the sound thunderous.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and darkness swallows me.

He can kill me now; at least I won't feel it.

ChapterTwenty-Four

IVY

I wake up, not knowing how much time has passed. I don’t recognize where I am, so I look up at the ceiling only to see the King’s bed canopy above me. Blinking, I vaguely hear people talking when something beside me moves which makes the bed dip. I glance around, seeing Beta Damian and Gannon at the end of the bed. Turning my head, I see the King sitting beside me. I am in his bed!

"Sleeping beauty awakens," Beta Damian announces. I jerk upright, only for a hand to land on my shoulder and push me down again. My back protests at being lain on.

"Lie back down. I gave you quite the scare. I didn't mean to, but you will stay in here with me tonight," the King says calmly, and I shake my head, trying to get back up.

"You will stay with me tonight," he repeats, leaving no room for argument.

Frantically, I look to his Beta and Gamma, who say nothing in my defense. Are they really planning to leave me in here with him? He was a beast a few seconds ago. What about Clarice's words? She said not to come near him in this form and stay out of his way. I can’t do that if he forces me to remain here with him.

"I'm sorry to get you all out of bed. Leave the rest. I will have it fixed tomorrow," King Kyson tells them.

"You sure you can handle the mess?" his Beta asks.

"I am sure I can manage," the King tells them, and both men's eyes dart to me for a second before they both bare their necks and walk out, leaving me alone with a man that could become a savage beast at any moment. Only minutes ago, I thought I would die.

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