Page 11 of His Found Lycan Luna

He wiggles his squashed lips at her, and she laughs, letting him go. “I am just downloading a game so that I can send myself some sprinkles,” Liam tells her, unlocking her phone as if he had done it a million times before. Clarice raises an eyebrow at him.

“Sprinkles?” she asks him, and he nods, focused on her phone. Clarice looks at me, and I shrug. It is so weird seeing how carefree she is with Liam like he is her ray of sunshine. She messes his hair lovingly, returning to her duties.

Liam sits on a stool by the counter, and I set to work making Ivy and Gannon some breakfast so that I can take it down to them. It is the perfect excuse to go there. The king surely doesn’t intend for her to starve.

When I am done, Clarice finds me a picnic basket, and I leave Liam with Clarice, rushing out the doors toward the main foyer area to see a commotion.

A loud roar rings out from down the corridor, and I see Ester running stark naked from the king’s office. My stomach sinks as she rushes toward me, clutching her clothes in her hands, just as Damian steps out from the stairwell further up. He grabs Ester by the arm and shakes the woman with a sneer on his face.

His eyes run up the length of her, making him growl loudly at her state of undress. He shoves her away before both his hands hit the door of the king’s office. He then slams the door shut with a loud bang. I gasp as Ester runs out the castle doors. And I turn to find Dustin glaring toward the doors she ran through, along with half the kitchen staff who have rushed out to see what the commotion is.

“He wouldn’t have, would he? Ivy, she’s…” I stutter, tears burning my eyes on behalf of my best friend. Surely, the king didn’t kick his mate out to be with the likes of her. If he has done so, then boy have I misjudged the king. Dustin growls before storming off, and I turn to find Clarice with a murderous glare on her face.

She presses her lips in a line before her eyes go to mine. They soften a little before she gasps. “Come on, you go down there likethat, and Ivy will know something is wrong,” she tells me. I peer down at the picnic basket in my hands, and nod.

Ivy is hurting enough, and she can read me like a book. It will only hurt her more if I go down there crying about what I saw. Plus, I’m sure she’ll find a way to make me tell her. So reluctantly, I follow Clarice, knowing she is right.

Liam is waiting by the kitchen doors when she walks toward them, and Clarice stops beside him.

“Find out what happened for me; I swear if the king…” she doesn’t finish. “He did, and I will whip him myself,” she growls, striding past him. Liam watches her go before gripping my shoulder when I go to pass him.

“Chin up, love. I know the king. He is being a dickhead, but he isn’t unfaithful. It is nearly impossible for one to cheat on their mate. At least for us Lycans, anyway,” he tells me before strolling off toward the guards at the end of the hall.

Stepping into the kitchen, I find the staff are all murmuring about the king. I listen, trying to calm my racing heart.

“She is always all over him, though I thought he learned after the last time,” a cook named Sheri tells Amanda, who sighs heavily.

“Enough, ladies, we will find out. You know the king is on edge after the news he received last night,” Clarice says, cutting the ladies off.

“What news?” I ask Clarice curiously, but it is Sheri who answers.

“Another family was found, and more children by the river,” she explains with a grim expression on her face.

“How old were they?” I ask, horrified that more rogues were killed.

“A few around our queen’s age, and some young ones, about five or six years old, and an elderly woman,” Clarice answers before she sniffles.

Chapter Seven

“What a waste of life,” Clarice states. Silence falls over the room, and I am shocked to see so much heartache on the woman’s face. They are Lycans, yet they mourn for those killed by the hunters, despite them only being lowly rogues and werewolves. Growing up, Ivy and I were constantly reminded of what scum we were for being rogue. Werewolves hate rogues. Yet here, everyone considers us as people, not the dirt beneath their toes. It is odd and hard to get used to, and I am sure if I will ever get used to it. But Lycans don’t seem to be prejudiced against our kind.

Everyone turns back to their tasks and Liam returns moments later. Clarice peers up at him. Everyone stops what they are doing, waiting for him to answer the unspoken question from Clarice.

“The king woke up to Ester touching him. He tossed her out and had Damian order her off the castle grounds,” he says, and Clarice lets out a breath. The tension in the room dissipates significantly at his answer. Clarice nods while Liam climbs up on the counter beside me, helping himself to some fruit salad Clarice ismaking. She slaps his digging fingers only for him to pout at her, and she clicks her tongue before relenting and giving him the bowl of fruit.

“I didn’t think he would, but with how drunk he was, you can never be certain,” she says, looking relieved as she eyes Liam devouring the freshly cut fruit salad.

He watches eagerly as she retrieves another bowl and starts making more, and I turn my attention back to Clarice. He stole one of her puddings earlier, yet she didn’t seem bothered by Liam. They actually seem quite close and Clarice obviously adores the psycho.

“He’d have copped a beat down if he had by not only me, but I think the entire guard,” Liam chuckles.

“You’d really fight the king?” I ask, shocked. Liam raises an eyebrow at me.

“We’d lay our lives down for our queen. And that is what Ivy is, even if dumbass doesn’t see that at the moment,” he explains.

“You all really care for Ivy, don’t you?” I blurt, shocked at their disgust of their king’s hypothetical infidelity. I certainly didn’t think they would care since he is a king and can technically do as he pleases.

“This castle has been the prison of the king’s depression for far too long. Since he found Ivy, we can all suddenly breathe. No one wants to go back to the way things were,” Clarice tells me.

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