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Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 152 – Abbie POV

I felt sick knowing Cassandra’s life was in my hands. Gannon groans sitting up on the couch he usually

slept on. I tried to take the couch but he always refused. He stretches and his back cracks before he

turns his head, cracking his neck and making my guilt worse. I set his clothes on the bed having pulled

on my uniform already when he noticed me.

“What are you doing?” Gannon growled seeing the servant’s uniform I was wearing. I look down at it,

flattening the front. I had pulled a black long sleeve skivvy on underneath it since the blouse opened a

little along the neckline revealing my mauled shoulder.

“I can’t sit in this room all day, Gannon. I want to work,” I tell him as he comes over to me. He starts

tugging at the blouse but I smack his hands away.

“You want to work? Fine, but not in this uniform. You aren’t a servant,” he growls.

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“What does it matter if I am a servant or not? Clarice is a servant! Do you think so little of her too?” I ask

him and he seems taken aback by my words.

“What? Of course not, Abbie. A job is a job no matter the status, I just don’t want you in that d**n

uniform!” he snaps tugging at the buttons and undoing them.

“Gannon stop it! I am wearing it. Now leave me be!” I snap at him. He presses his lips in a line but puts

his hands up in surrender.

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“You don’t have to wear that,”

“I know,” I tell him.

“Do you? You don’t have to be a servant, you don’t even have to work if you don’t want to,”

“Why are you so against this then?”

“Because I don’t want you to think you are nothing more than a servant. I don’t want you serving me like I

am one your chores,”

“I’m not,” I tell him. He points to his bed where I set his clothes out, and bite my lip as he walks over to

the bathroom and pushes the door open and growls seeing that I had cleaned the bathroom already and

removed the d***y laundry.

“Really? Then why can I smell bleach?” he demands.

“I want a mate not a house cleaner,” he says, pinning me with his intense gaze.

“And mates do that sort of thing. They clean up after each other. Geez, Gannon, my d***y washing was

in there too, and I sure as h**l don’t want one of the other servants cleaning up after me,” I tell him and

he seems to think for a second.

“You could work in the library or the kitchens, or,” he pauses.

“The stables? Gannon, I want to work as a servant. I know what I am doing. Kitchens are full and the

library? What use would I be when I can’t read?” I ask him.

“Well, you can come with me,”

“I am not following you around like a lost puppy. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I tell him, walking over

and grabbing my flats and socks. I sit on the edge of the bed, bending down to pull my socks on when

Gannon snatches them from my hand kneeling in front of me.

He grabs my ankle placing it on his knee and I sighed, watching as he tugged my socks on.

“You know I don’t want a servant either right?” I chuckle.

“Huh?” he says, looking up at me.

I point to him putting my shoes on. “And you are always opening d**n doors and running my baths. I

can’t read that doesn’t mean I can’t dress myself,”

“Is that why you think I do those things?” He chuckles, shaking his head and I shrug.

“Here I thought chivalry wasn’t d**d. Apparently it is just non-existent,” he laughs, lifting my other foot to

put the sock on. He kisses my foot.

“I do those things because I like doing them for you,”

“And same with me setting your clothes out and cleaning the room, and making our bed. It’s our room, I

should be able to clean it,” I tell him.

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“Our bed and our room, huh?” He laughs looking up at me. My face heats at how casually I claimed his

room as my own. He places his hands on my thighs running them up to my hips before wrapping them

around my waist.

“If this is our bed, I should be able to sleep in it then, right?” He laughs.

I chew my lip. “I’m playing Abbie,” he says, leaning up and pecking my lips quickly. My face heats up

impossibly more and he stands up. I look at the bed before looking back at him.

“Maybe you could sleep in the bed?” tell him and he peer’s down at me.

“I was playing Abbie, I don’t mind the couch,” he says, tugging his shirt off and replacing it with the one I

set out for him. When he was done he twirled his finger in the air, wanting me to turn around and I looked

away while he removed his boxer shorts and pulled his jeans on.

Gannon groans annoyed and I glance back at him as he does his zip up.

“What’s wrong?”

“The King wants to leave early. He and Azalea had an argument,” he says with a sigh.

He comes over and presses his lips to my forehead before gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at

him.

“There is no rush to do anything. And if you want to clean the room, fine. I just don’t want you thinking

you have to, OK?” I nod and he smiles, dipping his face closer to see if I would pull away.

When I don’t he presses his lips to mine, softly and my lips part invitingly. Gannon groans pulling me

closer, his hand going to the back of my head as he tipped my head back, running his tongue across my

bottom lip first before his tongue delved between my lips, brushing mine gently. I kiss him back, wanting

to let him have this small victory because right now that is all I could offer him.

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