Page 55 of His Lost Lycan Luna

My brows pinch together, and I rest my head against the cool window glass. His words confuse me. And why is it so hot in this car? I’m sweating profusely.

"I don't like punishing you, so don't make me," the King tells me. My lips feel like rubber when he hands me another glass. My mouth feels dry from the wine, and I shake my head.

"Will you lie to me again?" he questions.

"I don't know what you mean. I didn't lie," I try to tell him, but my words are garbled. He growls, and I undo my seatbelt, the pressure on my stomach making me feel worse.

"Drink it," the King says.

A whimper escapes me, and tears roll down my cheeks. "Please, Kyson," I beg, and he clenches his jaw.

"Now!" he commands before tapping on the driver's window.

I feel the car slow as I swallow down the sickly-sweet wine. My stomach lurches, and I try to keep the wine down as it rises up my throat. I cover my mouth when he reaches for another bottle.

I shake my head, snatching it from him, yet the motion sends me falling forward. Before I can hit the ground though, his hands grab me, and he hauls me into his lap. He pries the bottle from my grip, and I whimper, not wanting to drink anymore. My hands slap his hand away when I see him pop the cork off and bring the bottle toward me.

"You'll drink it," he growls, but I twist in his tight grip, turning on his lap and pressing my face into his neck so he can't force the bottle to my lips.

"Ivy..." he growls. I shake my head, inhaling his scent when he sighs. I hear him set the bottle down, and one hand moves to my hair while the other moves to my backside. He squeezes my ass, hauling me higher and forcing me to straddle his waist. I don't care what he does; I know if I move right now, I’m going to puke.

"You lied to me..."

I shake my head, and he growls.

"Twice you've lied today." My brows pinch. I haven't lied to him. Why does he believe I lied to him?

ChapterThirty-Four

IVY

I gag right as the limo stops. The door opens, and I rush toward it, stumbling out of the car and nearly tripping headfirst into the dirt before the King grabs my arm. Retching, I try to pull out of his grip, knowing I’m going to throw up, but it is too late, and I puke all over the ground, narrowly missing our feet. My entire body feels hot by the time I am done. Kyson’s grip on my arm is growing increasingly painful, his body shaking as he holds onto me as if he believes I might run at any moment. Catching my breath and gripping my knees, I glance around, my surroundings spinning slightly.

"You won't lie to me again, will you, Ivy?" the King asks. My brows furrow as I peer up at him over my shoulder. His jaw clenches tight as he looks straight ahead.

Why does he keep asking me that and saying it that way? I hear car doors open and I stand up straight when the King passes me a handkerchief. Looking up, I see my surroundings spin. I wipe my mouth, feeling somewhat better but very unsteady on my feet.

My vision is terrible, and my head is pounding to its own beat, pulsing in my ears loudly. The only things I can make out are that I am on the side of the road, the scent of damp earth, and the King standing beside me. Peering around, the forest is a blur of green along both sides of the road.

The King’s Beta comes over to me with a bottle of water. He cracks the lid, handing it to me. Shakily, I take it.

"Get her toiletries bag, please. I would say she wants to rid the taste from her mouth," the King states. His tone of voice is cold and sends a shiver up my spine.

Damian nods once and walks off. I chug the water down before the Beta comes over with a cloth and toiletries bag.

“I don’t feel too good,” I mumble just as one of the guards brings another bottle of water over, and I lean heavily on the king, unable to hold myself up. His arm slips around my waist while the Beta grabs my arm to help keep me upright. I wonder briefly if this is what it feels like to walk on the moon because gravity and I are not mixing very well. My limbs feel so heavy, and everything sways with the breeze—or maybe I am swaying. I’m not sure.

My entire body feels heavy and hot.

“Hold her for a second,” Kyson tells his Beta. I feel like a rag doll as Damian pulls me to him, taking most of my weight. His scent prickles my nose and I try to pull away from him, wanting the King’s familiar smell. Not that Damian smells bad, but his scent is nauseating compared to the King’s. The King has a masculine yet sweet scent, and while Damian definitely smells similar, there’s a sour taint to it that burns my nose. I push off his chest while the King fiddles with the toiletries bag.

“Ivy!” King Kyson scolds me when I stumble backward over my own feet.

Damian’s hand snakes out, his long fingers wrapping around my arm before I fall on my butt.

“He smells wrong,” I groan as Damian pulls me back to him.

“Wrong,” Damian says blandly. “Well, I feel kind of insulted, yet also relieved,” Damian chuckles. “Might have had a few issues if I smelled right to you, Ivy,” he adds, which confuses my already muddled thoughts as I try to push him away.

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