Page 39 of His Found Lycan Luna

I shake my head, knowing she wouldn’t have.

“No. She’ll be here,” I tell him, pacing again.

“Abbie!”

“No, she will be here,” I tell him, and he growls behind me. I peer over my shoulder at Kade, and he presses his lips in a line.

“The king knows of her plans. The gardener told him when he heard you speaking,” Kade tells me. But the gardener wasn’t there to listen.

“Abbie, don’t make me do this, I don’t want to hurt you, but we need to leave. Kyson will come for me when he finds out I was in on it.”

“How do you know about the gardener?” I question.

“One of the guards sent me a message just now,” he says, coming over playing with his phone. He shows me the screen.

“You know I can’t read, do the voice to text thingy,” I tell him.

“My phone doesn’t have that feature,” he tells me.

“No, we need to wait. She will come. I know she will,” I tell him.

“Abbie, get in the car,” he repeats, and I shake my head.

“Just go,” I tell him, waving him off and turning toward the steep incline to go look for her when I feel his aura slip out and wash over me.

“Stop this nonsense and get in the fucking car! You are testing my patience. Now!” he bellows the order, and I whimper as I try to fight his command, but my feet carry me to the car with frighteningly quick steps.

Kade growls, slamming my door before I barely get my legs in. I sit there, shaking at his command. He climbs into the car and starts it before he sighs heavily.

“The king is mad at me. You don’t want me hurt, do you? What would the Moon Goddess think if you got your mate killed, all because you foolishly wanted to wait?” he asks.

“What if she tripped or something? What if she’s hurt?” I ask, worriedly.

He puts the car in drive, and it starts moving. I reach for the door handle, but Kade’s hand drops on my thigh, his nails digging in.

“Do you not love me? Did you not hear what I said about the king looking for me?” he growls before once again his aura slips out. “Sit there and be quiet! Think about the consequences if the king finds me. Imagine all the ways he could hurt me,” he orders, and I blink.

My mind is overpowered and does everything he asks. For hours, I imagine possible torture scenarios, my bond aching and cringing when finally he squeezes my fingers.

“I dropped my command. I’m sorry, love. I shouldn’t have commanded you,” he tells me, and I peer out the window, feeling sick. If only he knew how tortured my mind already was and then he does that. Forces me to envision his death while my bond tugs painfully in my chest. The guilt forms an endless pit in my stomach.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“That’s okay. You are forgiven. I bet you’re hungry. There is a truck stop ahead.” At the mention of food, my belly rumbles. He pullsin and there is a small diner. Stepping inside, we take our seats and Kade orders for us. But when the food comes out, I stare at the measly plate.

“You need to watch your figure. Can’t have a fat Luna,” he says as I stare down at the bowl of lettuce. “Lucky, I am here to look out for you. I’ll make a Luna of you,” he says. I look at his eggs and bacon, but not wanting to sound ungrateful, I tuck in. My belly rumbles after we finish eating and climb in the car. I am still very hungry, and I pinch my shirt that is far too loose, wondering if I am overweight. Surely, someone would have told me? Maybe not, but I don’t think I am. I’ve never had enough to eat, and I’ve always thought I looked sickeningly skinny, with the way my hip bones jut out and my ribs show.

The drive takes hours, and I reach into the backseat to retrieve my bag, pulling my phone out. I have multiple text messages from Gannon. Yet something tells me not to listen to them in the car. Kade makes it very clear about his dislike for Gannon and Liam, and I don’t feel like arguing with him over any message he sent.

So I tuck the phone back in the bag when my fingers touch a wrapper. Excitement bubbles in me and I pull the bag of candy clouds out. I open it and pop three in my mouth while reaching for the dial on the radio. Only Kade slaps my hand.

He had never done that before. He always let me choose the station when in his car. “I’m listening to that! What has gotten into you? You’re acting out of sorts!” he snaps, glancing at me.

Am I acting out of sorts? Is it me? Why do I suddenly feel so uncomfortable in his presence? It’s like all the warmth and safety have melted away. Guilt smashes me for even thinking I was uncomfortable. The Moon Goddess would strike me down for my terrible thoughts about my mate. A gift she bestowed me.

“What have you got?” Kade asks when I pop another candy in my mouth. I show him the bag, offering him some.

“Strawberry clouds, do you want one? They are…”

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