Page 75 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“I don’t know, but I know we aren’t the orphan rogues anymore. I don’t know who I am either, but I am determined to find out, and I prefer we find out together,” I tell her, and she swallows.

“More than mylife,” she whispers.

“More than my life,” I reply, the weight of those words sinking deep into my soul.

“More than my life,” Gannon’s deep voice interrupts our conversation, catching us off guard. Neither of us heard him enter the room. As he leans against the sink basin, his presence commands attention.

“Gannon?” Abbie sighs, shaking her head beside me.

“How long have you been there?” I ask, surprised by his sudden appearance.

“Long enough,” he answers curtly. “Now hop out. We are leaving.”

Abbie remains unmoved, her body curled up against the wall as if trying to hide from him. Gannon’s eyes briefly meet mine before he rubs his tired face, a reflection of the blacked-out mirror behind him. I glance back at Abbie, taking in the scars that mark her skin.

“I told you I am not going,” Abbie says, staring vacantly ahead.

“You are. You can’t stay in here, love. So please,” Gannon begs, crouching down in front of us when he opens the door. I look to Abbie, who makes herself smaller as if she is trying to hide her body away from him.

But I refuse to let her feel ashamed of her body. Her scars may not be easily hidden like mine, but they are a testament to her strength and survival. She must know that.

“Can you please get out?” Abbie whispers, her voice barely audible.

We have the same markings. No doubt, hers are causing her more pain because while the cuts will heal, the marks on her heart… I’m not so sure.

Nonetheless, I can tell she is ashamed of her body, and what has become of it, and if that is what is preventing her from leaving the room, she needs to know she has nothing to beashamed of. Her scars can’t be hidden by clothes like mine can be, but that doesn’t mean she should feel ashamed of them.

“Can you get out, please?” she whispers, her knees close to her chest.

“I have already seen you naked, Abbie,” Gannon responds matter-of-factly. Her face flushes crimson, her lips quivering.

“I can’t go out there,” she confesses, her voice filled with anguish. I take note of the scars that trail down her neck and shoulders, as well as the cuts on her face that have left white lines once healed. To me, she is still beautiful. I remember the shame I felt when the king asked me to undress in front of him and how Abbie pleaded on my behalf. Gannon sighs, frustration etched across his features, but he never directs it at Abbie.

“It’s just skin, Abbie,” I whisper gently. But for her, those scars hold memories and pain I cannot fully comprehend.

“He mutilated me. It’s one thing for everyone here to know, but it’s another for the whole world to see,” she croaks.

Trying to feel for the mindlink, I push on it, hoping I can open it myself, but when I struggle, Kyson opens it for me. I really can’t get used to him being in my head. The bond is one thing, but the mind is something else. Kyson makes it look easy, but it’s not.

‘Why do you feel embarrassed?’Kyson’s voice resonates through the mindlink.

‘Abbie hates her body,’I relay to him.

‘And that embarrasses you?’he questions, his words causing my face to flush with shame.‘Hmm, I don’t like this feeling. Where are you?’.

‘In the shower with Abbie,’I respond.

‘I see,’he acknowledges.

‘Not like that. I have clothes on, but....’

‘But what?’

‘I want to take them off,’I admit, my cheeks burning even hotter. Being naked in front of Abbie doesn’t faze me. We have seen each other unclothed countless times before.

‘You’re both girls, and I don’t see a problem with that.’

My face heats even more. I am not afraid to be naked in front of Abbie.

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