Page 43 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“He’ll kill me, anyway. Stop and move over. He will be home long before you leave the driveway at this speed,” he says, and I look at him, wondering if he is trying to trick me.

“Seriously? You’ll take me?”

“Hurry before I change my mind,” he says, and I jam on the brakes.

He reaches into the window, moving the thing in the middle, putting it on the P.

“Move, climb over then.”

“Really?” I ask him.

“Well, you will keep trying to leave, and if you are going to, I would rather be with you,” he says, opening the door.

“The guards?”

“I will tell them I am teaching you to drive. Clearly, you need teaching. Kyson will murder you. This is his favorite car. It never leaves the garage,” he laughs, and my face falls as he peers up the side of the car.

“If he is going to kill us, might as well be for something worth dying for, right?” I nod, and I climb into the passenger seat. He gets in and glances at me.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he says, and I do. He shakes his head before continuing along the path but at a quicker pace.

“We have an hour before one of them mindlinks to find out I am full of shit,” Dustin says as we reach the road far from the castle view. He floors it, shoving me back in my seat, and whistles as the engine screams as he tears onto the street.

I laugh, even though the speed he’s driving terrifies me.

“Now, let’s find Abbie,” Dustin says with a wink.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Agnawing hunger twists my stomach, relentless and cruel. I am absolutely starving, my body weakened by the relentless denial of sustenance since I arrived in this wretched place. The mere thought of food sends a surge of longing through me, but the girls who dared to offer me a morsel of anything were met with brutal beatings. I can’t bear to witness their suffering, not when my torment is unbearable. So, when the heavy door creaks open, I release a weary sigh and reluctantly disentangle myself from the bed, knowing all too well what awaits me.

Slumping onto the cold, unforgiving ground, I lean against the rough wall, seeking a smidge of comfort in this wretched existence. Only Kade enters the room this time, his imposing figure halting in front of me. Usually, it would be Cassandra who made her periodic visits, injecting me with some vile concoction that prevented my ability to shift. But today, she is nowhere to be seen.

“Get up!” he barks, his voice dripping with malice.

“Pardon?” I respond, confusion clouding my senses. This is not the usual routine, which scares me. Kade always derives pleasurefrom forcing me to watch as he indulges in indecent behavior with those poor girls before forcing himself upon me afterward, making me taste them on his cock. Now, his intentions seem different. A flicker of unease tingles in the air as he kicks me.

“Get up and get on the bed,” he commands, his tone laced with an unfamiliar urgency. Before I can comprehend his words, he reaches down and seizes my arm, wrenching me to my feet. My body rebels against his grip, instinctively fighting against the impending violation. My hand lashes out, delivering a stinging slap across his face, but it is futile as he retaliates with a vicious blow to mine. Pain ricochets through my body, blurring my vision and leaving my face throbbing with agony. Blood spurts from my nose, staining the air with a metallic tang as I stagger backward, my hair ripped painfully from his grasp.

In a daze, I gaze up at the ceiling, disoriented by the chaos unfolding around me. Kade’s furious growls reverberate in my ears as he lunges at me. Desperation fuels my actions as I lift my leg, quickly striking his balls. The impact elicits a grunt of pain, affording me a momentary respite to roll away and escape his clutches. But he is relentless, gripping my hair and wrenching my head back with brute force.

“You will obey your Alpha,” he snarls, his voice dripping with venom.

“You are not my Alpha!” I scream, defiance surging through me like a wild flame. He responds by shoving me back to the unforgiving floor. Crawling toward the wall, I pull myself up, feeling the weight of his snarls bearing down upon me. And then, unexpectedly, he stops.

“Get on the bed!” he bellows, his command echoing through the room. But this time, it washes over me like a wave crashing against an impenetrable fortress. It doesn’t stick! A surge of disbelief courses through my veins, mingling with the hysteria bubbling inside me. And so, I laugh. Uncontrollably.

I cannot fathom why laughter spills from mylips, but it only serves to intensify my mirth. The furious expression etched upon Kade’s face takes on a comical quality at that moment, or perhaps I have simply lost touch with reality. He regards me as if I am insane, but there is no way I will comply and climb onto that bed. I would rather endure another merciless beating, for pain is familiar and something I can handle. Throughout the years, pain has been my constant presence, and I have developed an unbreakable pain threshold.

A beating, I could take one of those. Shit, I spent half my life taking those. So, if I have to choose. I will take a beating over, letting him take more from me.

The pain reverberates through my body, a slithering serpent of agony, yet I find myself unable to suppress a taunting smirk. “What’s wrong, Alpha? Can’t put your Luna in line?” I jeer, my voice laced with defiance.

His face contorts with fury, turning a shade of red that mirrors the rage burning within him. “Get on the bed!” he screams, his voice cracking with desperation. But his command holds no power over me; it is feeble and pathetic, only serving to amuse me further.

As I wipe the blood from my nose, crimson stains smear across the back of my hand.

“Get on the bed!” he screams again, his face turning even redder. I giggle at his meager command.

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