Page 30 of His Found Lycan Luna

‘I take it Abbie has returned from visiting her mate in town?’I ask him.

‘No, My King. I peered into the room before she had fallen asleep in Abbie’s bed; Gannon also left to go find Abbie.’

I chew my lip. Gannon had taken the news pretty badly. He really had fallen hard for the girl, which is surprising.

Gannon isn’t one for feelings and hardly leaves his station, but I have noticed he follows Abbie everywhere when not busy. I always catch him wherever she is, though she is oblivious to him shadowing her.

Abbie seems over the moon to have found her mate, though I worry about what will happen when the Alpha leaves to go back to his pack. We don’t really associate with other packs, but he always offers a lending hand and has been the biggest help when coming to the hunters and rogue issues.

No doubt he wants to remain in my good graces, but an ally is an ally, and we don’t have many amongst the werewolf packs. Sure, they obey orders, but only a couple go out of their way and seek me out, offering to help in any way they can.

Gannon has expressed concern for her already. He, too, is worried about her leaving with Kade, but if she asks, I can’t deny her. Mate bonds aren’t to be denied if they both want the same thing, so I would tell her yes if she asked.

Alpha Kade is a well-known man whore. I know he is already married, though he never marked the woman. They have three kids together, and he has countless women on the side. I know Gannon tried to tell Abbie that, but she refuses to believe him.

The mate bond has a good grip on her, and Abbie refuses to see him any other way than the bond will allow. God knows what he has told her. She will see for herself if she decides to leave with him. Yet I also wonder how Ivy will take that news. He is scheduled to go in a couple of days, if notsooner.

Not realizing I left the mindlink open, I jump when I hear Dustin’s voice flit through my head.‘Is that all, My King?’ he asks.

‘Yes, and you can leave your station. Damian will probably be down there soon, and I am on my way, anyway,’I tell him.

‘I don’t mind staying,’he says. Of course, he doesn’t. He would lay his life down for her over the pact my main five guards made.

‘You can go; I am only a few minutes away,’I tell him, cutting the link.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Abbie hasn’t returned, and I wake up cold and shivering. I know the room isn’t cold, but I am bundled beneath the blankets. So, I wonder why I am awake at such a ghastly hour and this freezing. Tossing the blankets back, I get up.

It is still dark outside, and I can’t think of any reason why Abbie isn’t back. Deciding to see if she fell asleep in the servant’s rooms downstairs, I stretch and yawn; rubbing my arms, trying to warm them, and grip the door handle. Only when I twist it, I feel the weight against it, and it flies toward me.

I jump back to see the king suddenly sprawled on the floor. His eyes fly open, and he growls, lurching forward before freezing as he turns, spotting me.

I take a step back, wondering why he was leaning against the door or why he is down here in the first place. Was he here looking for Abbie, and if he was, what for?

My stomach sinks with the possibilities, and before I can stop it, a whimper slips past my lips. The king stands abruptly and scrubshis hand down his face before looking out into the hall and back at me.

A wave of fear crashes over me, and a desperate whimper escapes my lips, betraying my terror. The king’s face hardens as he stands abruptly, the muscles in his jaw twitching with barely contained anger.

“Where is Damian?” he growls, his eyes darting around the hall before settling back on me. Trembling, I point to a door across from Abbie’s room. Without another word, he storms toward it.

“Were you sleeping?” I blurt out, trying to break the tense silence. He pauses for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob before answering.

“That is none of your concern. Stay on your side of the castle,” he barks before wrenching open Damian’s door. My heart pounds as I realize I’ve angered him again.

“I-I was just looking for Abbie,” I stammer, backing away and retreating back to my room.

“Ivy.”

I freeze, too scared to turn and face him. He strides over to me and drapes his jacket over my shoulders, tugging it closed with rough hands. His piercing gaze bores into mine and I can’t look away.

“Go back to your room,” he orders gruffly before stepping back. Confused and shaken by his sudden change in behavior, I quickly leave the room and retreat to my own. Unable to shake off the feeling of unease from our encounter, I search for Abbie, but she is nowhere to be found in the servants’ quarters.

There is no sign of her in the bathrooms, either. I even ask some guards, but they shake their heads, so I go back to my enormous, empty room. Pushing the door open, I shiver at how cold it is. The fire has gone out, so I flick a light on before wandering around and looking for matches and some kindling.

My hands shake as I try to light the match before using it to light the scrunched-up pieces of paper, which burn out before the wood can catch. With a sigh, I go to see ifI can find a guard and ask them to light it for me because I am having no luck getting it to catch.

Stepping out of the room, I navigate my way back through the halls and walk toward the stairs. Only when I turn onto them, I see the king walking toward me.

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