Page 31 of His Found Lycan Luna

“Why aren’t you in your room? Were you trying to leave?” he snarls, and his eyes flicker black. I gasp at the sight and take a step back from him while shaking my head, wondering why he is mad all of a sudden. I did nothing, yet once again earned his anger.

“Then why are you out of your room, Ivy?” he asks, stalking up the last of the steps toward me.

“The fire went out. It’s cold. I was hoping to find Dustin or a guard,” I admit. He sighs before looking toward his quarters.

“I’ll send someone. Go back to your room,” he says, stalking off down the hall toward his room. I watch him leave, only he stops at his bedroom door and looks back at me. He growls and I scurry off back toward my room before slipping inside. Nobody comes. I climb into bed, dragging the extra linens over me. I do not know how long I have been asleep when I hear a noise and sit up. Light flickers in the room, and I look toward the fire that has been ignited, only to see someone crouched in front of it loading logs into it.

Getting up, I drag my duvet with me, only to stop by the couch when I notice it is the king in front of the fireplace. His back tenses. He looks over his shoulder at me and then turns to glare at the fireplace and its flickering flames. I wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t, so I crawl onto the couch.

This side of the room is significantly warmer. I observe the king from where I sit. He says nothing, just loads the wood in, and then gets up and walks over to the armchair and sits in it, resting his head back and closing his eyes. Only now can I see the deep bruising under his eyes, like he hasn’t slept in days. He looks dead on his feet. He growls again, and his eyes open, looking at me.

“Go to sleep,” he says, closing his eyes again.

“You aren’t going back to your room?” I ask.

“I can’t sleep,” he says simply.

I want to ask him why, yet his eyes open again to peer over at me.

“The bond keeps me awake,” he says, clearly unhappy about it. I bite the inside of my lip and nod before laying back down, snuggling under my blanket, enjoying the warmth and his soothing scent.

It isn’t until he starts snoring lightly that my eyes open to look over at him. Getting up, I sniff my blanket, which is drenched in my scent.

The bond tugs at me to comfort him, but I also don’t want to wake him and have him get cranky at me. So instead, I drape my blanket over him before laying in front of the fire only for his snoring to change to purring, and I glance up to find him hugging the blanket, burying his face in it.

The following day I wake in my bed, my duvet chucked over me, and I peer around the room. There is no sign of the king, and if it wasn’t for his scent tainting the blanket, I would have thought I imagined it.

All day, I search for Abbie before finally giving up. Gannon is also missing, and I am beginning to worry, but when I am sitting in my room bored out of my mind, the door bursts open. Abbie rushes into the room excitedly and runs over to me, where I sit in front of the fireplace.

Relief floods me. “Where have you been? I have been looking for you,” I ask before grabbing her. She is beaming with happiness and hugs me back before holding me at arm’s length.

“I didn’t want to upset you, but I have some news. I found my mate,” she gushes, almost bouncing on the spot. Her face is flushed, her hair frazzled with excited energy.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Abbie. What’s he like?” I ask her.

She blushes and then starts gushing excitedly, telling me all about her new mate. I am happy for her until she turns a little nervous, which in turn makes me nervous, and she looks down at her hands.

“He’s great, but he asked me to leave with him. I just need to get permission from the king.”

“You’re leaving?” I feel my heart sink through my chest. This can’t be happening.

She nods sadly. “Yes, in a few days, but I have a plan. Come with me?” she asks, clutching my hands. I only look at the floor, knowing what the answer will be.

“I will convince him. He will help me get you out. We can come up with a meeting spot,” Abbie says.

“Abbie, he won’t go against the king,” I tell her.

She shakes her head. “I will convince him. You’ll see. He will let me bring you.” I chew my lip nervously, hoping she is right. I don’t want to be here without Abbie.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“If he says yes, will you come?” I ask her.

“But he won’t. No one would dare go against the Lycan King. Kyson would kill him if he took me, you have to see that,” she says.

“He won’t know you’re with us. I’ll figure it out, you’ll see. I will get you out,” I tell her, and she sighs.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” she says, but I shake my head.

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