Page 44 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“Why the change?” I ask.

“Cassandra told Abbie she was bought off Alpha Dean’s son by Kade.”

“So?” I ask.

“She was thirteen when she was sold to Kade, so I want to find out what deals they had on the side. With Kade now dead, only Alpha Dean will be able to answer those questions. Cassandra is apparently helpful now Abbie has decided to let her go.”

“What?” I ask, sitting up, my tone coming out harsher than intended. “You’re not letting her go,” I tell him. My skin feels tight under my clothes, and I scratch at my bump and sigh.

“It is what Abbie requested. We decided she could choose Cassandra’s fate,” he says, and I shake my head but still don’t agree that she should just get off so easily.

“Did Clarice change washing powder?” I mutter. My skin is now burning fiercely.

“Hurry, I want to leave, and we need to stop by the dungeons on the way,” Kyson says, ignoring my question.

I pull my shoes on, but my feet ache the moment I pull them on. My toes feel squished, and my feet feel puffy. Kyson watches me before bending down, tugging my shoe off, and looking at my feet. He presses his thumb down on it, and my skin indents. His brows furrow.

Kyson scratches his chest, raking his nails over his skin before his eyes widen, and he grips the front of my shirt and yanks me to him. He sniffs it before I am shoved back on the bed, and my clothes are shredded to pieces instantly. I shriek, wondering what he is doing, but I don’t have time to ask when he scoops me up and pushes me into the shower. The rush of cold water steals my breath when he starts scrubbing my skin furiously. Yet the cold water soothes my burning skin so I don’t fight him.

Trey and Liam rush in moments later, and I squeal, hiding behind Kyson’s body, using him as a shield.

“Find out who brought the laundry up yesterday!” Kyson growls, not even looking at them, solely focused on scrubbing my flesh raw.

“Ah, I did,” Liam answers.

“Who gave it to you?” Kyson asks.

“Clarice, why?” he asks, looking frantically at me.

“Her clothes are washed in wolfsbane,” Kyson snarls, and I gasp. Trey rushes off and returns with a handful of my clothes and sniffs them. He holds it out to Liam, who sniffs it too.

“I can’t smell it,” Trey whispers, and Liam agrees.

“It’s faint, but it’s wolfsbane,” Kyson growls, and I look down at my reddened skin, and Kyson’s hands are just as red from my scrubbing soap on my skin. My thighs and stomach are red and angry, looking swollen, and I try hard not to panic from the pain.

“Get me the laundry roster,” Liam snaps at Trey, who rushes off.

“Liam, go to my sister’s storage room and find her some clothes and ask Clarice to wash Azalea’s clothes by hand, and someone needs to sit by the dryer,” Kyson snarls furiously.

Liam rushes off, and I shake my head, and tears burn my eyes. Why does someone keep doing this? What did I do that someone keeps trying to kill me?

“Shh, Azzy, it’s alright. We will figure out who it is. I promise, even if I have to kick every person out of the castle until we do,” Kyson murmurs, and I look down at him.

Goosebumps cover my flesh as the cold water is rinsed over me. He kisses my thigh before turning me to scrub the rest of me. Kyson’s fresh clothes are now ruined and sopping wet and my teeth chatter from the cold.

Once done, we hop out, and Kyson goes through the drawers and rips all my clothes out, chucking them by the door andchecking his own, but his clothes are fine. He pulls on new clothes when Liam knocks on the door. I tuck the towel tighter around me when he cracks the door but doesn’t enter.

“I found some of her maternity clothes. They might be comfier,” Liam tells him, handing them to Kyson. Kyson shuts the door and comes over to me.

“You kept her clothes?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yes, everything was suctioned down and packed away. I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out, and neither could…” he says, but trails off handing me some tights. He sniffs the shirts.

“They smell clean. Put those on,” he says, pecking my cheek. Once dressed, Kyson gives me an antihistamine to bring the reaction down. Though my skin is no longer burning, I think washing it off quickly has saved me from any permanent reaction.

“Come on,” he says, offering me his hand. I take it, and we walk out of the room.

“Liam, have the cleaners come pick up the laundry and strip the linens, even the drapes. Anything fabric needs to be cleaned while I’m gone. Check every person in and out as they come into this room. And don’t let anyone in by themselves. Gannon is to remain with them once we are done in the dungeons. No one in or out of my room without Gannon knowing,” Kyson tells him, and Liam nods. His cheeky mood is gone, and one of Kyson’s loyal soldiers is in its place.

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