Page 8 of His Lost Lycan Luna

"Please, please don't let him kill her!" I beg him desperately, tugging on his suit jacket. The bag over Abbie’s head had fallen off, and I see my Alpha shove it back on. The King stops, looking down at my hands clutching his shirt. When I drop to the ground at his feet, I hear whispers from the crowd –murmurs about me grabbing the king– and I realize what a stupid mistake that had been. He could order me killed for even speaking to him, let alone touching him.

"Please, just let him kill me. I want to be with her," I beg, looking at his shiny shoes.

I know it is against the law to touch a royal, and I, a lowly rogue, had grabbed him stupidly. I am as good as dead now. I settle myself, waiting for my death. The King growls, and I tremble.

"Stop! I want the other girl too," his voice booms, and I look up to see him staring at me. I swallow under his intense gaze and start shrinking away from him when I see his Beta move, making me look over at him as he walks to the stage.

"Hand the girl over. You heard the King," the King’s Beta says. Alpha Brock growls but grabs her, shoving her down the stairs toward him.

The blond man catches her before she face-plants into the ground, and the Beta growls at the Alpha for pushing her.

I watch as he lets Abbie go, and she rushes over toward me when fingers grip my chin. The King forces me to meet his gaze as he crouches next to me before speaking.

"Anything else?" he asks, brushing his thumb along my jaw and making me shiver. He smirks before releasing me when I shake my head. My brows furrow in confusion and I look down, embarrassed at my behavior and hoping that my punishment wouldn’t be too severe. But he got Abbie for me. Despite me grabbing him, he still saved her. Abbie throws herself at me, clutching me as she sobs.

"Thank you," she whispers, glancing at the king, baring her neck to him. He nods to her before speaking, his eyes falling back on me.

"Follow me," the King says. Turning on his heel, he starts walking. Abbie looks at me before his Beta stops next to us.

"You heard the King, follow him," he says, looking at us both on the ground, though his words are soft, and he is smiling, which I didn't expect of him. We scramble upright, rushing after him and ignoring the shocked looks of the townspeople.

We follow him back to the orphanage. The King walks rather quickly with his long strides; we have to jog to keep up with him but make sure not to pass him either. His Beta follows a few steps behind us before we stop. Mrs. Daley is standing out the front and rushes over, staring with her mouth open, gaping at us.

"Hurry, girls. Get inside," she says, clearly shocked and trying to recover quickly. We go to do what she says when the King opens the door of his sleek black car and steps into my path, blocking me from passing him. He grips my arm, turning me toward the door.

"Get in," he says, and we stop. Abbie is clutching my arm tightly, her fingers gripping me so hard I feel my skin bruising. My fingertips hold the side of her shirt, not willing to let her go when the King leans closer, his breath moving across the skin of my neck.

"Your friend can come, but you are coming with me, so get in the car. I don't enjoy repeating myself," he says softly, though it is clear we are not to argue with him on the matter. I swallow before feeling myself nudged forward toward the door by his hand that had moved to my hip.

"Gannon, sir, may I ask what is going on?" Mrs. Daley speaks up behind us.

"No, you may not," the King snaps, but I could have sworn he said his name was Kyson. She goes to speak again when the Beta speaks behind us as we climb in the car.

"Be wise to close your mouth lady. The King doesn't like to repeat himself, and your incessant yapping is rather annoying," his Beta warns.

"King?" Mrs. Daley squeaks, and Kyson glares at her before looking down at me.

"Yes. King Kyson," the Beta confirms, and she drops her head. Instead, the King pays her no attention, reaching over and pulling some straps across me. I flinch, wondering what he is doing.

"Seatbelts," he says before pointing to the other beside Abbie. She quickly copies what he did before looking at her hands and fiddling with them.

The King then does something I never expected. He pulls a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit before gripping my chin. King Kyson wipes my face clean with it, removing the sticky stuff on my face that everyone threw at me.

I notice his Beta watching him, just as shocked by his actions. When he finishes, he tucks some loose hair behind my ear before letting me go. He finally closes the door, and I suck in a breath. My back is stinging from leaning on it, so I angle my body, turning slightly, and lean on Abbie, who moves to help me get comfortable against her.

I see the King speak to his men outside the car, and Abbie whispers to me.

"What's going on?" she asks before tangling her fingers with mine on my lap.

"Maybe they are casting us out," I whisper hopefully. Abbie squeezes my hand, clenching it, and I squeeze hers back when the Beta gets in the driver's seat, the King in the passenger seat. I thought it odd he would get in the same car as two lowly rogues, although I also thought it strange that he cleaned my face and was willing to touch me. Most Alphas flinch with disgust when in our presence. Maybe they’re taking us to be servants to the royal family? That wouldn’t be so bad; we knew how to clean.

The car starts and begins to move. Abbie and I clutch the seat in panic, having never been in a car before. Her grip on my hand tightens.

ChapterSix

Kyson

It is difficult for me to understand my unusual behavior, yet I cannot allow the girl to die. I'm supposed to be investigating the pack, not picking up its strays and bringing them home with me. Then seeing her fear-stricken face as she pleaded for her friend… I shake my head at the memory. Normally I have no issues telling someone no...Yet I couldn’t bring myself to deny her anything.

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