Page 83 of His Lost Lycan Luna

ChapterForty-Nine

ABBIE

"You didn't take your presents," he states, his voice gentle yet firm as he walks me to his room. The air between us is heavy with anticipation, and I can't help but chew my lip nervously. I glance up at him, and I'm met with his piercing gaze. He sighs, his breath warm against my skin as he pushes his door open, revealing the gifts he bought me, still sitting untouched in the center of his bed.

"Did you not like them? Are they the wrong ones?" he asks me, his eyes filled with concern. I'm struck by the earnestness in his voice, and I quickly shake my head.

"I can change them," he offers, his tone gentle and reassuring.

"No, no, it's not that, I just…you shouldn't," I suck in a breath when Liam waltzes into the room, his footsteps light and graceful as he falls onto Gannon's bed. He props his arm behind his head and smiles slyly, an impish glint in his eyes. Gannon shakes his head at him but turns back to face me.

"What is it, Abbie?" Gannon asks, his eyes searching mine for the answer. I tear my gaze from Liam, my heart racing as I try to find the words.

"You shouldn't buy gifts for a servant, Gamma," I tell him, using his title since Liam was around.

"Gannon, not Gamma. You don't address me by title. We have been over this. And why can't I, Abbie?"

"Because it is wrong," I tell him, feeling the weight of their stares on me. He looks at me as if I am absurd, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Wrong, how?" he asks, his voice soft and patient. I feel Liam's eyes on the side of my face, his presence adding to the tension in the room and making me even more nervous as he watches us.

"It's just a gift," Liam chimes in, his voice light and teasing.

"Yes, but servants don't get gifts, not for free," I tell him, my voice wavering slightly.

"What do you mean? That is what a gift is, or have I been doing gifts wrong all this time? Gannon? I don't understand this one; I bought Dustin some boxers with my face on them the other day. Maybe I should have asked for something in return," he chuckles, his laughter filling the room like a warm embrace.

"Liam, give me a moment, geez, go annoy Dustin," Gannon says, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Gladly, I might be able to con him to suck my dick," Liam says, sending me a wink. I cringe at his vulgar words, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. Liam gets up and pats Gannon on the back as he passes.

"Don't forget you leave early tomorrow," Liam reminds him.

"And yes, I can cover your shift if you want to spend time with Abbie," he calls over his shoulder as he walks out, leaving Gannon and me alone in the room.

Gannon turns his attention back to the presents he bought, sitting on the edge of the bed. The soft rustling of the bags seems to fill the room, and I can't help but watch him, his every movement deliberate and graceful. He reaches over and grips my hand, his touch warm and comforting. "Dustin told me earlier that Ivy told you the King wants to change her and make her his mate?" Gannon says, his voice low and serious. I nod, my stomach twisting with a mixture of fear and excitement at the thought.

"What if I said I wanted to do the same with you?" I can't help but chuckle at his question, my laughter tinged with nervous energy.

"You barely know me," I respond, attempting to hide the uncertainty in my voice.

"And the King barely knows Ivy, Abbie. It is no different, not really anyway," Gannon counters, his tone soft and persuasive.

"But what if you find your mate?"

"I won't and it wouldn't matter even if I did."

"Why would you want me, though?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest at the unexpected revelation. He scratches the back of his neck nervously, his eyes locked on mine.

"Because I like you. Why else?" he says, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

"Liking someone and loving them are two different things."

"We could learn to love each other, Abbie. We would have all the time in the world," he says, reaching forward and tugging me between his legs. He wraps his arms around my waist and looks at me intently. Even sitting face to face, his height is imposing.

"Will you think about it?" he asks, his voice a gentle whisper. I chew my lip, my mind racing. Ivy did tell me Gannon would change me and I did like him, but the thought of taking such a leap is daunting.

"But what if I find my mate?" I ask him, my voice barely audible. He sighs, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

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