Page 58 of His Lost Lycan Luna

"Fuck, it is hot in here," the Beta says, and I gasp at his language in front of the King. My shock must have been evident because the King also laughs, tugging his shirt off over his head.

"Nope, I can't sit in here with this heat," Beta Damian whines.

"I turned the air conditioner on," the King tells him. His Beta shakes his head and hops back out, not even waiting for the King to dismiss him.

"He just got out, and he swore, but you didn't punish him?" I slur angrily.

The King laughs, reaching for me. My eyes open wide as his hands grab me, making me realize I spoke out of turn once again.

Instead of punishing me for snapping at him, he pulls me on his chest directly under the air conditioning. I feel the limo start moving and I groan, not liking the movement, pressing my face into his neck to steal his addictive scent.

"Damian is my best friend; he can do what he likes. Same you, Ivy."

I shake my head.

"You lied," I tell him.

"I am the liar, am I?"

I nod, turning my face where I am draped over him, enjoying the icy cold air conditioning blasting me. The King tugs my shirt off, but I am too limp to stop him and feel too terrible to care.

"When did I lie?" the King asks.

"You said I could do what I want. I didn't want to drink. You made me," I tell him, and before I can stop it, a growl slips past my lips. I startle myself again, jumping slightly, yet the King just laughs.

"First Damian and now you just growled at me," he chuckles softly, and I feel my pulse slow when he doesn't become angry.

"I'm sorry," I murmur.

"Don't be. You are coming of age to shift soon; you will make noises when showing emotion."

I nod, wondering how much shifting will hurt. I heard it is terribly painful for werewolves during their first shift, and witnessing Abbie’s, I am positive it is. Her first shift was horrifying, though she tried to remain quiet.

"And, technically, I didn’t lie; that was a punishment. I would have preferred using other means, which would not be appropriate until after you shift, or spanking you…” he chuckles, “but somehow I think that would have traumatized you more."

I must have heard that wrong. I shake my head at his outrageous words.

"But I didn't lie." I needed to stop talking. I must be sounding whiny. Plus, I am already pushing my luck after nearly puking on him.

"You did. I asked you earlier if you liked Ester, and you never told me she had been giving you trouble," he says.

I shake my head, but this time he growls, wrapping his arms around me, holding me in place when I try to get up.

"So you like Ester, then?" he questions, and I pause to think. I didn't hate her, and I wasn't one to hold grudges.

"I don't think she likes me," I answer.

"That wasn't what I asked; I asked if you liked her," the King says.

"Well, I don't dislike her; I don't know her," I tell him.

He nods, pressing his nose to my cheek as he pulls me higher against him. I nuzzle my face into his neck, enjoying his scent when he starts to purr. I love the sounds he makes, except when he growls.

I love his smell, too. But it also makes me wonder how much it will hurt when he tosses me aside, as everyone else has. Can I go without smelling his scent everywhere? Feeling his touch?

"I like it when he does that," I think to myself, and he chuckles.

"Is there someone else I should know about? Some competition I am unknowingly competing against?" the King asks.

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