His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I peeked over at him, he hadn’t moved, and his eyes remained closed.

“Can I… just go back-“

“One,”

“But-“

“Two,” “My King, I don’t think” he moved too quickly for my eyes to track when suddenly the air was

knocked from my lungs, and I was pinned beneath him. I could hardly s**k in air as I was that panicked,

my brain suddenly forgetting how to breathe, just completely forgetting a natural bodily function as my

fear stole the capacity to function out of me.

“Three,” The King smiled down at me. He purrs, the noise making his chest vibrate against mine. When

he moved, I became very aware of the fact he was pressed between my legs, and his entire body

covering was mine. He dropped his face closer to mine, running his nose along my cheek.

The purring emanating from him grew louder before he pressed his nose in my neck and inhaled deeply,

sending my heart rate leaping and spluttering in my chest. I tried to remind myself Lycans don’t eat

people, he said they don’t eat people, yet he was sniffing me like he was about to devour his favorite

meal, and he was savoring its scent before consuming it.

“I could devour you, and it would never be enough,” He growls, and goosebumps rise on my arms at the

sound of his voice.

“But Lycans don’t eat people,” I squeaked, praying he wasn’t lying, as he ran his nose back up my neck

and across my cheek, stopping at my lips. The King laughs, his stubble tickling my face while I stare

wide-eyed at his erratic behavior.

“Not that sort of devouring,” he laughs, shaking his head.

“So pure,” he mumbles, rubbing my lips with his thumb, his eyes trained on them. I silently prayed

Damian and Gannon would come back. I didn’t even care about the position they would find me in as

long as they could get me out.

“No, I am rogue,” I blurted, confused. We were the least pure there was. We had no pack, nothing. We

were the mutts of society. Kyson pulls away from me, sitting up on his elbows and looking down at me;

although his position never changed, his weight wasn’t crushing the air from my lungs any longer.

“How old were you when you were brought to the orphanage again?”

“8, my king,” I answered.

“And you had no schooling at all, not even before that?”

“No,” Kyson clicked his tongue and looked away. He appeared to be annoyed at my answer. Did I say

something wrong?

I shifted beneath him, trying to get out from under him, but when his eyes moved back to mine, they

made me freeze and shrink into the bed.

“You know nothing about Lycan’s or werewolves or anything at all?”

“I know how to clean; I can cook a bit too,” I didn’t understand why he was questioning my ability. What

good would any knowledge be when I am a Rogue.

“Do you know what s*x is?” My face heated, that word I did know. I nod, shrinking back further from him.

“But yet your virgin, pure,” He emphasizes the last word, and my face heats further at my idiocy of what

he meant before. The lack of oxygen must have muddled the brain or stunned it. I must have sounded

like an idiot. No wonder he questions me. He must have thought something was wrong with my lack of

intelligence. Embarrassment flooded me when his words finally registered.

Wait, did he want me to become a s*x slave as some packs do to the rogues? The thought horrified me.

Tears burned the backs of my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, trying to will myself to calm down and not

make noise. He was the King; he could do what he wanted to me. I was a rogue; he was King. He could

k**l me, and no one would care to even ask why.

“Is that why I am in here? Are you going-” I ask before stopping like knowing would somehow lessen the

h****r of it.

“Ivy, I am not going to have s*x with you. I was just asking a question,” He says, brushing my cheek with

his hand. I open my eyes and peek up at him. He almost seemed sad before his eyes flickered black for

a second. He sighed heavily and dropped his head on my chest.

“I hate how skittish you are; I could k**l your headmistress,” he growled. I didn’t know what to say to his

words.

“I don’t want you to be scared. I don’t know how many more times I can say that before you believe it.

Even Abbie spilled stew all over Damian earlier, and she begged at his feet for her life. It’s madness,”

Kyson growls. I wondered if she was alright. I hadn’t seen her in what felt like ages. I missed her terribly.

“I won’t hurt you, Ivy. Not ever, understood?” I nod, and he growls, and my eyes widen a fraction more at

the sound.

“No, say it,” the King says.

“I understand,” I whispered.

“No, say it. Say I won’t hurt you,”

“You won’t hurt me,” I spluttered out, turning my face away from his angry gaze. Only his fingers on my

chin turn my face back to his.

“I won’t hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you. Therefore I won’t,” The King tells me. He studied me for a

second, his hand moving back to my face, and his thumb brushed over my lips again before he tugged

the bottom one down.

“Um, Sir,” he smiled like my awkwardness amused him some way.

“Kyson,” He murmured. His eyes flicked to mine for a second, yet his thumb remained playing with my

lip. He settled his weight back on me, and my breath lodged in my throat like a ball threatening to choke

me to do d***h.

“I have to leave the Castle tomorrow. I need to go to a nearby Kingdom. Damian and Gannon will remain

here with you unless you want to come with me.” The King says. There were more Kingdoms near here?

“I thought you were the last Lycan Royal?” I asked without thinking. He smiled back at me.

“There is that voice. You can ask me anything, Ivy. I like your questions, like hearing your voice,” I

s*****w. The King laughs softly, the sound making his chest rumble against mine.

“It reminds me that you are still breathing,” He laughed again. Great, even the King was aware of my

brain cells that randomly died in his presence.

“And yes, I am the Last Lycan Royal. Damian and Gannon don’t want me to leave the Castle since the

rebellion has risen from the shadows again. But we need to go back over old crime scenes. The Castle

lyrics will be visiting used to belong to the last fallen King and Queen.”

A memory tinkered in the back of my mind pulling me back to a time I tried not to remember. We were

camped out by a stream; Abbie and I had been lying on the grass under an old oak tree. My mother and

Abbies were sitting around the fire. Abbie and I both got up to wade our feet through the water. I was

humming, humming to a tune. I have no memory of where I heard it, but it always brought comfort to me

for some reason.

“Girls, not too close to the water. It is deeper than it looks,” my mother scolded. She always panicked

when either of us went too close to the river. Neither of us could swim a s****e to save our lives. I nearly

d*****d once when we were on the run. Sank straight to the bottom like a stone, my father had pulled me

out, and it had made me wary of water since.

I looked over at my mother when noise sounded amongst the trees, and her startled expression went to

both of us. My father burst through the trees and I had never seen him so scared. “Run” He bellowed as

he ran straight toward me when my mother grabbed Lina, Abbies mother’s hand, and yanked her up.

“It’s the King’s guard,” they have come for us, they have come for,”

“For what?” I had asked as my father gripped me around the waist and jumped in the water, swimming to

the other side. Lina had Abbie who was screaming for her father, but Lina said nothing as she swam

across.

“Why are they chasing us,” I asked, scared when wolves burst from the tree with savage snarls.

“Because of King Garret and that b***h Queen Tatiana,”

“Now, run, don’t stop, don’t look back, run!” My father snarled before shifting, and Abbie gripped my

hand, and we both took off running. I shake the memory away.