His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

“What if I changed you, made you into a Lycan?” The King asked, and my eyes locked onto his. I shook

my head, horrified. I didn’t want to be an immortal, and I didn’t want to watch Abbie grow old and d*e

without me; we made a pact that we would go out together. What he is asking? When another thought

occurred to me, why would he want to do that?

“Why?” I blurted.

“Because I want to change your title as I said,”

“By making me a Lycan? That isn’t automatically changing my title, and what of Abbie? And what would

people think? No, that is a terrible idea, Kyson; they would k**l me., I rambled in a panic.

“Who would k**l you?”

“The other Lycans, everyone who knew what I was before, and that don’t automatically change my status

just because I would be immortal. I am still rogue, would still be a servant, I don’t want to be an enslaved

person for eternity?” What just happened? I couldn’t process anything. My mind was blank, and I must

have continued rambling and blubbering because he pressed a finger to my lips to silence me. The King

dropped his head against my collarbone.

“Don’t you get it, Ivy, I have been saying it for days now, yet you are not understanding. I told you in the

shower; I don’t want you as my servant. I want you.”

“I only know how to be a servant, Kyson, a rogue or slave. That is what I was destined to be,” I growled

before covering my mouth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to growl at you. I keep doing it. I’m sorry,”

“You’re coming of age, that’s why you keep growling, and your emotions are getting more heightened.

Growl at me all you want,” He laughed. I sighed, embarrassed at my outburst. I remembered how moody

Abbie got before she first shifted. What a traumatizing experience that was. We were forever getting the

cane that week, then her shift. I tried not to think about it.

Mrs. Daley wouldn’t let her outside, under the moon. Your first shift is easier if it is a full moon and you

can feel its light. It induced our animalistic side to come forward faster. I had heard h****r stories of no

moon for days, and some stuck in a semi-shifted state.

Mrs. Daley forbade her from going outside and locked us in our tiny room that had no windows, she

screamed for hours, and every time she got too loud, Mrs. Daley would come up and whip her. It got to

the point where I ended up muffling her sounds with my hands because I couldn’t handle watching her

be beaten in that state when she cried out too loudly.

The King clicked his fingers in front of my face. “Ivy, where did you just go?” he asked, waving his hand

in front of my face.

“Sorry, I was just thinking,”

“Of what you looked like, you were stuck in a nightmare,”

“Of Abbie’s first shift,”

“Ah, yes, it isn’t pleasant the first one,”

“No, especially when it is a full moon, but you are locked in a room with no windows,” I shook the sounds

of her screams away; I could remember it as if it was yesterday.

“What?”

“Mrs. Daley, she wouldn’t let her go outside; it was a full moon. One of the cooks was nice when Mrs.

Daley wasn’t around. She told Abbie to go outside that the transition would be faster if she did, but Mrs.

Daley wouldn’t let her. She locked us in the room,”

“She locked you in the room with a transitioning wolf?”

“Yeah, well, we shared a room,” I shrugged.

“I don’t know what I am more horrified at, the fact she locked her away from the moon or the fact she

locked her in there with you,” The King said, his eyes darkening.

“What do you mean? I’m pretty sure sharing a room with her was the least of her worries; I have seen

her naked plenty of times,” I tell him.

“No, I mean Abbie could have k****d you. Transitioning werewolves are dangerous on their first shift;

they can lash out,” my eyes widened in h****r. I had no idea, though Abbie did turn a little angrier and

snapped at me; I just thought she was in pain. She then laid down on her tummy, and I brushed her fur

all night, waiting for her to shift back.

“Your headmistress has a lot to answer for regarding yours and Abbie’s treatment,” The King growled

while shaking his head.

“Your shift won’t be like that, I promise. I will remain with you,”

“But you just said-“

“I will remain with you. A few werewolf bites won’t hurt me,” he said, cutting me off. He cupped my face

with his hand, and the scent of his skin so close to my nose made me inhale before I licked his wrist. My

eyes widened at what I did, and I clamped my lips together, horrified that I just licked him. He snickered

and lifted his knees behind me, forcing me closer. He smelt heavenly, and I couldn’t help myself; I

inhaled and sniffed him.

He turned his head up with a smile on his lips as he offered his neck to me, and some foreign urge came

over me at the sight of it. I sniffed him, running my nose up his neck and down again before stopping in

the crook of his neck. His hand slipped into my hair, and I tried to stop myself, yet the urge was too

intense and on the verge of pain. Much to my h****r, I licked his neck.

He shivered, pressing me closer when I suddenly bit into him. And I don’t mean gently either like a d**n

animal. He groaned, and I swear I felt his c**k twitch beneath me. His blood rushed into my mouth like a

slap of clarity in the face.