Page 56 of His Lost Lycan Luna

“Definitely would have caused issues,” Kyson growls. I feel the comforting, familiar tingles rush up my arm when Kyson pulls my pliable body back to him. I face-plant into his chest. Why anyone would like this feeling is beyond me. Wine should be banned; it doesn’t feel safe. Actually, I don’t feel much of anything, which is the problem. I can’t feel my limbs or get them to cooperate properly.

The King wets a cloth before wiping my face, and I feel fingers graze the back of my neck as Damian lifts my hair. The King dampens the cloth again, the chill water cooling me down so I no longer feel like I’m boiling from the inside out.

“Tilt her head back for me,” Kyson grumbles, yet the motion of my head moving makes me gag, as the world tilts around me. Kyson pours some water from the bottle into my hair, and I shiver at the icy feeling. I sigh at the coolness of it against my heated skin before he washes my face again like I am some toddler. I’m too wobbly to care or be embarrassed, though. I am pretty much a rag doll as he pulls me around. “Get her something to eat.”

“I have some protein bars,” Damian tells him, wandering off.

“Are you feeling better now? Or am I sticking my fingers down your throat to make you sick again?” Kyson asks, and I shake my head. I would die from humiliation if he did that.

"I think she learned her lesson, my king," the Beta chuckles when he returns. He opens a protein bar and forces it into my hand.

Yet I am trying to wrap my mind around what the King just said, staring at him in disbelief.

"I had to improvise. I don’t think she’d appreciate going over my knee," the King says, confusing me more.

“Maybe not yet,” Damian chuckles darkly.

"I don't understand," I slur.

"You lied to me," the King repeats simply, lifting my hand and stuffing the protein bar in my mouth.

I shake my head at his words.

"I have another bottle. Would you like to drink that too?" the King asks me. I stop mid chew and nearly choke on my protein bar when I virtually inhale it.

Huh, is that why he kept making me drink? As some sort of sick punishment? But for what? I haven’t lied. At least, I don't think I have. I quickly shake my head.

My legs wobble under my weight, and Beta Damian's grip tightens on my arm. I try to look around again and find all the men out of their cars, looking at the forest and road. Oh my gosh, all these people just watched me puke.

"Do you want to rinse your mouth?" the King asks me.

I nod, though the task seems like it will be too much; but I need to get this taste out of my mouth along with this protein bar that is so chewy it is hurting my jaw.

"I spewed," I slur, my words not coming out right. I know what I want to say, but they don’t come out correctly.

"Yes, you did," the King says, pulling me back to the car and placing me on the seat.

I don’t want to get back into the stuffy car – the cool outside air feels good on my skin. The Beta hands me the toiletries bag, placing it on my lap.

“Eat!” Kyson orders, and I groan when he lifts my hand to my mouth. I try to bite the stupid bar but instead bite him.

He hisses, jerking his hand back. “You bit me,” he states.

“Don’t stick your finger in my mouth,” I slur.

“If you don’t hurry up, I will stick something else in your mouth, and it won’t be my finger,” he tells me.

“You’re daring considering she just bit you,” Damian laughs.

It takes my sluggish brain a few seconds to catch up to what he said, and I scrunch my face. “I bite,” I blab.

Kyson grips my chin between two fingers. “So do I, now eat,” Kyson purrs.

“You eat it,” I tell him, not meaning for so much sass to come out of my mouth, yet my brain-to-mouth filter feels out of tune. Oddly enough, I don’t even care. I’m more focused on how odd my tongue feels in my mouth.

“And an attitude! Anyone would think she forgot you’re a King,” Damian laughs.

“One could fucking hope. Maybe she’ll stop being my damn slave if she does,” Kyson states.

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