His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 55

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 55 – The King didn’t even come down when I should have shifted last night, not that I did. But he had promised, and for some reason, I thought he would keep his, though many he had broken already in just one night. Something else for him to hate me for. He had a dud for a mate. It’s bad enough I was a traitor, but the Moon Goddess had to do one better and make me a failure.

“I have some good news, though,” Damian said, holding his hand out to me. I looked at it before placing m good hand in his. He placed it on his arm and tucked his arm to the side. I raised an eyebrow at him. He started up the path he had just walked down, leading back to the castle. For a second, hope flared to life, only to d*e down when he spoke again.

“The King said you can stay in his old quarters; you will be more comfortable up there,” he says, and l stop. Beta Damian also stopped and looked down at me.

“He said I could come back?” I asked hopefully. Beta Damian glanced at Gannon for a second before turning his gaze back to me.

“He didn’t, did he?” I asked.

“I convinced him, but he is aware you will stay in his old room,” Damian told me.

“His old room?” I whispered, holding back tears.

“Yes, the room he currently uses used to be his sisters,” Damian explains.

“Before my mother k****d her,” I sighed, still unable to believe she k****d someone. It all felt surreal. Nevertheless, Damian escorted me back to the castle, and as we approached the castle doors that led into the foyer, the door opened, and Kyson stepped out. He stopped in his tracks before eyeing my hand on Damian’s arm. His eyes flickered, and he growled. I yanked my hand away before his eyes went to mine for a second before going to Damian.

“Find me when you’re done,” the King said, not bothering to acknowledge my existence before he turned and stalked off toward where the cars were waiting out front of the castle. I stared after him while pain rippled through my chest at his dismissal of me. Gannon growled before following after him, and Damian looked down at me.

“Come on, I will show you where he put you,” Damian said, tugging me inside.

“You mean where you decided to put me? He doesn’t look too happy I will be here,” I tell him.

His scent was everywhere. Few of his clothes were hung, but I recognized a few pieces I knew were from his room. Stepping in, his scent overwhelmed me, and my heart ached as I clutched it. It brought me to my knees. Not caring for my injured hand, I started ripping the clothes off the hangers. Needing his scent, needing him as I curled up in a ball among his clothes. Some primal, instinctual part taking over all rational thought and sending me wild with uncontrollable grief.

My entire being was anxious as I clawed at the ground. I felt unhinged, uncontrollable, and I cursed him as much as I longed for him. Surely no one could survive this sort of heartache.

My instincts were all over the place. Time stood still, and I had no idea how long I had remained in here for when the door opened.

My growl was violent, and my claws sank into the soft gray, plush carpet, slicing through it like a hot knife through butter. The woman jumped back, startled, pulling away from me just in time to see her face. Recognition returned to me, and I scrambled after her to apologize, but she was already gone.

The door shut behind her with a soft click. My skin felt like it was crawling as I clawed at it, suddenly feeling cold, and I wanted to go back to my den. The smell of food hit my nostrils, and I peered over at the table between the armchairs and fireplace to notice the bowl of hot soup. I wrinkled my nose because it was tainting the scent of my mate. Turning, I walked back to the closet and shut the door before burrowing back inside my nest.