His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I gagged, and the Limo stopped. The door opened, and I lurched toward it, stumbling out of the car, and I

nearly tripped headfirst into the dirt when the King grabbed my arm. I tried to jerk out of his grip, knowing

I would be sick, but it was too late, and I threw up all over the ground, narrowly missing our feet.

“You won’t lie to me again, will you, Ivy?” the King asks. Why did he keep asking me that and saying it

that way? I heard car doors open before the King handed me a handkerchief. As my surroundings spun,

I wiped my mouth, feeling somewhat better but very unsteady on my feet. My vision was terrible, and my

head was pounding. The only thing I could make out was that I was on the side of the road and the

blurring green and the scent of the forest along both sides of the road.

The Beta comes over to me with a bottle of water. He cracks the lid before handing it to me.

“Get her toothbrush and toothpaste, please. I would say she wants to rid the taste completely,” The King

tells him, and he walks off. I chug the water down before the Beta comes over with a cloth and toiletries

bag. One of the guards also brought another water bottle over, and I leaned heavily on the King, unable

to hold myself up while the Beta grabbed my arm.

My entire body felt heavy and hot. The King wet the cloth before swiping my hair over my shoulder and

wetting the back of my neck. I sighed at the coolness of it against my heated skin before he washed my

face. I was pretty much a ragdoll as he pulled me around.

“I think she learned her lesson, my king,” The Beta chuckles; I stared at him.

“I had to improvise,” The King said, confusing me more.

“I don’t understand,” I slurred.

“You lied to me,” The King says simply. I shake my head at his words.

“I have another bottle. Would you like to drink that too?” The King asked. Huh, is that why he kept

making me drink as some sort of punishment but for what? I hadn’t lied. At least, I don’t think I did? I

quickly shook my head.

My legs wobble under my weight, and Beta Damian’s grip tightens on my arm. I tried to look around and

found all the men out of their cars looking at the forest and road. Oh my gosh, all those people just

watched me puke.

“Do you want to brush your teeth?” The King asks me, and I nod though the task seemed like it would be

too much, although I needed to rid the taste.

“I spewed,” I slurred, my words not coming outright. I knew what I wanted to say, but the words didn’t

come out correctly.

“Yes, you did,” the King says while pulling me back to the car. He placed me on the seat, and didn’t want

to get back into the stuffy car, enjoying the cool air. The Beta handed me the toiletries bag, and my

fingers fumbled as I tried to open it.

The King takes it from me before pulling out some mouthwash. He unscrews the cap before handing it to

me.

“You can brush your teeth when we get to the Hotel. For now, just rinse your mouth,” He commands, and

I sighed and nodded. He could be strange sometimes. I heard his Beta chuckle when I do as I am

commanded, and I glare at him before spitting the mouthwash into the tiny cup he hands me.

“She is feisty when drunk,”

“It appears so,” The King laughs, taking the cup from my hands. One of the guards took it from him, and

he motioned for me to hop in. I shake my head.

“No?” he asks.

“It’s too hot,” I tell him, although I don’t think the words came out like that, but he had no trouble

understanding what I meant.

“I know; I had the driver put the heater on,” He laughed. I blinked at him, wondering why he would do that

when it was stifling hot already.

“In the car, Ivy”

I lifted my legs in, turning on the seat before shuffling heavily over to my seat. I leaned against the other

door when Kyson came in, turning the air conditioning on and a little fan. After his Beta climbed in the car

beside me, he tapped on the glass and spoke to the driver when he wound the window down before

placing it up again.

His Beta hands me another bottle of water, and I drink it thirstily, gulping it down.

“F**k, it is hot in here,” The Beta says, and I gasp at his language in front of the King. My shock must

have been evident because the King laughed before tugging his shirt off over his head.

“Nope, I can’t sit in here with this heat,” Beta Damian whines.

“I turned the Aircon on,” The King tells him. His Beta shakes his head and hops out, not even waiting for

the King to dismiss him.

“He just got out, and he swore, but you didn’t punish him,” The King laughs before reaching for me, and

my eyes opened wide as his hands grabbed me, making me realize I spoke out of turn.

The King pulls me on his chest directly under the air conditioning, and I feel the limo start moving.

“Damian is my best friend; he can do what he likes, just like you,” I tried to shake my head.

“You lied,” I tell him.

“I am a liar, am I?” I nodded against his chest where I was draped over him, enjoying the icy cold air

conditioning blasting me. The King started tugging my shirt off, and I was too heavy to stop him and felt

too terrible to care.

“When did I lie?” the King asks.

“You said I could do what I want, I didn’t want to drink, you made me,” I tell him, and before I could stop

it, a growl slipped past my lips. I startled myself, making myself jump, yet the King laughed.

“Did you just growl at me?” he chuckled softly, and I felt my pulse slow when he didn’t become angry.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“Don’t be.You are coming of age to shift soon, you will make noises when showing emotion” I nodded,

wondering if shifting would hurt. I heard it is terribly painful for werewolves their first shift.

“And, technically, that wasn’t a lie though; it was a punishment, I would have preferred spanking you but

somehow I think that would have traumatized you more,” I must have heard that wrong, I shake my head

at his outrageous words.

“But I didn’t lie,” I needed to stop talking; I sounded whiny, and I should be glad he didn’t leave me on the

side of the road after I puked nearly on him.

“You did, I asked you earlier if you liked Ester, and you never told me she had been giving you trouble,” I

shake my head, but this time he growls before wrapping his arms around me, holding me in place when I

tried to get up.

“So you like Ester then?” he questions, and I think. I didn’t hate her, and I wasn’t one to hold grudges.

“I don’t think she likes me,” I answer.

“That wasn’t what I asked; I asked if you liked her,”

“Well, I don’t dislike her; I don’t know her,” I tell him. He nods, pressing his nose to my cheek as he pulls

me higher against him. I pressed my face into his neck, enjoying his scent when he started to purr. I

loved the sounds he made except when he growled. I loved his smell and wondered how much it would

hurt when he tossed me aside like everyone else did, wondering if I could go without smelling his scent

everywhere.

“I like when he does that?” I think to myself, and he chuckles.

“Is there someone else I should know about, some competition I am unknowingly competing against?”

“Did I say that out loud?” I asked, mortified.

“Yes, so it better be me you are speaking of. I find anyone else purring at you; I will remove their vocal

cords and lungs,” the King laughs before kissing the side of my mouth.

“Why are you-,” I mumbled, my words becoming harder the more he purred.

“Sleep Ivy, I will wake you when we get to the hotel,” he says before I feel myself sucked under as sleep

and his command takes me.