Page 64 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“You tried to…end your life?” I ask, barely able to get the words out. The thought of gentle, caring Gannon wanting to die is too much for me to grasp.

Gannon nods, his expression pained as he stares down at our intertwined hands. “I was in a dark place,” he admits softly. “I know what it’s like to look in the mirror and not like the person staring back at you,” He leans down, pressing his head against mine. “Just as I know the feeling of not wanting to wake up anymore. Looking for anything to erase the agony you are in.”

For a moment, we stand there in silence, lost in our own thoughts and memories. Then, Gannon’s hand moves from my face to cup my cheek gently, his thumb brushing over the scar again behind my ear.

“I’m glad you’re still here,” he says, gazing into my eyes with such intensity that it takes my breath away.

“I’m glad you are, too,” I reply honestly.

With a small smile, Gannon leans down and presses his lips to mine in a tender kiss. It’s not passionate or heated; instead, it’s filled with a sense of comfort and understanding. Gannon knows what it’s like to carry heavy burdens and pain; he knows what it’s like to feel broken inside.

“More than my life,” Gannon murmurs. “That is what you and Azalea say?” he whispers. I swallow and nod.

“More than my life, Abbie, you are worth so much more than mine. You hold on, and I will for you, I have for you.”

“Azalea told you?” I ask him, suddenly feeling dirty.

“No, the king did. Azalea wouldn’t betray you. She explained how you both shared similar scars and the meaning behind the words you speak with each other. Not what the butcher did, but I got the picture. Doyle confessed when I found him.”

“You met him?” I ask, feeling bile rise in the back of my throat at the mention.

“Yes, and we killed him for what he did. Mrs. Daley, too. He will never come after you again. I will never let anyone hurt you again.”

“You killed him?” I ask. I am surprised at how little I feel about that information. He had confessed to murdering someone, but I feel nothing.

“He hurt you, so I made him hurt, too,” Gannon tells me, and I nod, biting my lip. What do you say to someone who confesses to killing for you? I should be worried he would, yet I felt nothing. Not sadness, not relief, just nothing.

“I wish I could heal you,” he repeats, and my eyes dart to him, his eyes roaming over my torn flesh before moving to the marks on my neck.

“Kade never deserved you. I hate that his marks lay on your beautiful neck.” I touch them, and they feel bruised. The movement makes me wince.

“You will let me remove his mark from you one day; I can be patient, Abbie,” Gannon says, and my brows furrow at his words.

“You can remove them?”

Gannon chuckles darkly. “Yes, when I mark you and when you agree to let me be yours,” he says, and I step back. I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone to have that sort of control over me again, not after what Kade did.

“Shh, not now. When you’re ready. I will wait. For now, having you back is enough for me,” he says, stepping closer. His arm goes behind me, and the water cuts off.

“What if I am never ready?” I ask, wondering if he would walk away.

I’m not sure if I can be with anyone, though I used to want to be with Gannon. I still do; I’m just not sure how that will be possible now. So much has changed. I have changed, and I know it isn’t for the better.

“I’m immortal, Abbie. I have all the time in the world to wait for you,” he says before turning and grabbing the towel hanging on the hook. He wraps it around me, pulling me closer. His lips press to my forehead.

Chapter Forty-One

Azalea falls asleep quickly, and I run my fingers up and down her spine, enjoying her closeness and her scent. Relief floods me; she is officially mine, and I am hers. An overwhelming feeling washes over me knowing I have never felt so complete before as I do now. Yet fear gnaws at me. I knotted her. Lost in the moment, I forgot to pull her off.

Azalea is most fertile while in heat, and the fact I knotted her just upped the chances of me getting her pregnant. Worry eats at me, not because it happened, but because it was clear to me Azalea had no idea what I was talking about when I told her. Will she hate me if I get her pregnant so soon? My troubled thoughts claw at my insides and give me a headache.

Time slips by me as I become trapped in my thoughts. I finally feel the swelling at the base of my cock going down, now able to slip free of her body. I groan when I notice the damn handcuff still attached to my wrist. Opening the mindlink,I feel for Damian, hoping he has the key.

I can feel he is asleep, though Liam isn’t, his mindlink buzzing like a live wire in my head. I push on his tether, and he lets me in.

‘Finished already, My King, that was fast. Need me to show you how it’s done?’Liam taunts.

‘Liam!’

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