Page 57 of His Lost Lycan Luna

“Rogues…” my words trail off, forgetting what I was going to say and what they were talking about.

“Eat!” he orders when I don’t move to put the protein bar in my mouth.

His command rolls over me, jolting me. However, the power of it works, and I finish it in two more huge bites. I lean against the door frame while my fingers fumble as I try to open it.

The King takes it from me and pulls out some mouthwash. He unscrews the cap before handing it to me.

"You can brush your teeth when we get to the hotel. For now, just rinse your mouth," he tells me.

“You’re very bossy,” I snap at him when he pours some mouthwash into the cap. I hear his Beta chuckle.

“Rinse your mouth.”

I can’t fight his command and snatch the cap – spilling some as I do – and Kyson sighs, muttering under his breath when I obey. I glare at him before spitting the mouthwash into the tiny cup he hands me.

"She is feisty when drunk," Beta Damian states.

"It appears so," the King chuckles, taking the cup from my hands. One of the guards takes it from him, and the King motions for me to hop in. I shake my head.

"No?" he asks.

"It's too hot," I tell him, although I don't think the words came out like that, but he doesn’t seem to have trouble understanding what I mean.

"I know; I had the driver put the heater on," he laughs.

I blink at him, wondering why he would do that when it’s stifling hot already.

"In the car, Ivy," the King says. I shake my head again.

“Ivy!”

“Kyson!” I slur before covering my mouth, having blurted that out in front of his Beta and his guards that I know are close enough to have overheard. My heart beats in my chest faster and my eyes burn.

“And she is one of those drunks: first whiny, then feisty, now the waterworks,” Damian chuckles.

“I’m not drunk!” I growl at him, startling myself with the noise that leaves me.

Kyson smirks, and my eyes widen at what I did. “I…I’m sor–”

He peels my hands away. “You can growl at him, Ivy. I growl at him sometimes, too.”

“Most of the time,” Damian states.

“You are not helping.”

Damian shrugs.

“I didn’t mean it.”

“Growl all you want, my Q…. Ivy. I promise I don’t scare easy,” Damian says.

“Now, in the car. I will get the driver to put the air conditioning on,” Kyson tells me.

I briefly wonder if the King is coming down with something for him to be cold. Do Lycans get the flu like werewolves? I shake the thought away and lift my legs in, turning on the seat before shuffling heavily over to my side of the car.

I lean against the other door when Kyson climbs in, turning on the air conditioning and a little fan. After his Beta climbs in the car beside me, Kyson taps on the glass and speaks to the driver.

His Beta hands me another water bottle, and I drink it thirstily, gulping it down just like the rest.

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