Page 53 of His Lost Lycan Luna

"It's time to leave," he says, placing his hand on my hip. Abbie's eyes dart to his hand before her gaze meets mine. The King pulls me away from her.

"I love you," Abbie blurts, and the King stops when I look back at her. I escape his grip and quickly hug her. She squeezes me tighter when I kiss her cheek.

"I love you too," I whisper to her. I don’t care if I get scolded for it or even whipped. I need that last hug if it turns out to be my last one from her.

"More than my life," Abbie whispers in my ear, her voice breaking.

"More than my life," I whisper back before letting her go. The King's brows furrow as I approach him. He resumes his grip on my hand, tugging me toward where Damian and Clarice are waiting. Glancing back at Abbie, I see Gannon approaching her. King Kyson stops talking to a guard while I turn to see what Gannon wants from Abbie, hoping she isn't in trouble. However, he cups her cheek. She seems quite comfortable in his presence, which is shocking because Abbie is wary of men in general.

Eavesdropping, I hear him tell her he left a present in his room on his bed for her. Abbie blushes, glancing around, and I drop my gaze to see a servant drop a suitcase beside the King and wander off.

Leaning down, I attempt to grab it when the guard usually stationed upstairs does. He nods to me, and I look at the King, but he just continues walking out the double-arched doors pulling me with him.

I really hope the drive isn't long, or maybe there’s a gas station on the way; I really need to pee. He stops beside the limousine, and the driver opens the door. I look back at the castle while he speaks with the driver and two men, one from each of the black cars parked nearby.

I see Ester walk around the side of the castle with a basket of apples.Oh no,I think. That particular side of the castle is full of fruit trees; the trees run along the fence line alongside the castle. She pauses, also noticing me, and glares in my direction.

I don’t understand her issue; I have done nothing to her, yet she is always nasty. She stalks inside quickly, and I look back at the King only to see this Beta watching me. He glances at Ester’s retreating form before looking back at me again. I drop my gaze.

Pressing my legs together, I berate myself. Why didn't I ask to use the bathroom when speaking with Abbie? I know I will have to ask. I just hope I don’t anger the king. Or maybe he will leave without me; then I could stay with Abbie, though that thought upsets me for some reason, too.

I go to address him before settling for tapping on his arm. I know if I use his title, he will become angry, yet I also can’t bring myself to say his name with so many people listening. The King stops, and I move from one foot to the other. I am about to burst or wet myself–either one.

"One second, love," he says, and I chew my lip.

Beta Damian steps closer and leans down. "What's wrong?" he asks, and my face heats as the King lets my hand go to look at some maps the two men are going over on the hood of the Limo.

"Ivy?" Beta Damian asks, stepping closer to me.

"I need to pee," I whisper.

"Why didn't you use the bathroom?" he asks with a heavy sigh.

"Go on," he says, and I dart back into the castle. I run to the servant's bathroom. I must have looked like a mad woman running through the halls.

Racing into the stall, I rip my pants down, cursing them. Not only were they giving me a wedgie, but I nearly peed myself while trying to get them off.

When I finish, I flush the toilet, feeling lighter now. My bladder isn’t screaming at me, and I no longer feel like I will explode. I unlock the door and step out to wash my hands, only to find Ester leaning against the sink, looking evil as usual. I try to step out of the stall when she shoves me so hard that I slam into the wall. I grunt, rubbing my arm.

Choosing to ignore, I move for the sink.

ChapterThirty-Three

IVY

The cruel sneer on her face tells me she's here to cause trouble. Ester grabs my hair, and I cry out, clutching her wrist. "Fucking whore... I knew you were lying on your back for him, or is it on your knees where he likes you?" she growls at me. She shoves me into the sink. However, before she can open her mouth to say anything more, her words are cut off when the guard suddenly walks in.

He stands there looking between us, and I quickly wash my hands, using him as my escape. When I walk toward him, Ester snorts a laugh, making me stop.

"You think the guard cares about some rogue slut?" Ester spits at me. She walks toward me and I move slightly worried she'll hurt me.

"Ester, I don't know what your problem is. We are the same; I am a servant, just like you," I tell her when I feel the guard's hand grip my hip, pushing me behind him slightly.

"The King's quarters is my station, you fucking bitch," she spits before raising her hand to slap me.

I see her hand come straight toward my face, and my eyes widen. The guard moves effortlessly and grips her wrist. It’s the first time I have seen him interfere before or follow me into a bathroom, for that matter. I assumed he wasn't allowed. But then again, she had never gone to hit me, either. Maybe they can stop violence because it causes a disturbance. Ester cries out and the guard's grip tightens making her knees buckle and I hear the sickening crack of her wrist. My eyes widen when she screams out and then chokes on her pain. My entire body trembles at what he just did.

"Ma'am, the King is waiting for you," the guard speaks gently.

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