Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
“Yes, but servants don’t get gifts, not for free,” I tell him.
“What do you mean? That is what a gift is, or have I been doing gifts wrong all this time? Gannon? I don’t understand this one; bought Dustin some boxers with my face on them the other day. Maybe I
should have asked for something in return,” he chuckles.
“Liam, give me a moment, geez, go annoy Dustin,”
“Gladly, I might be able to con him to suck my dick,” Liam says, sending me a wink. I cringe at his vulgar words. Liam gets up and pats Gannon on the back as he passes.
“Don’t forget you leave early tomorrow,” Liam tells him.
“And yes, I can cover your shift if you want to spend time with Abbie,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks out.
Gannon goes through the presents he bought, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reaches over and grips my hand. “Dustin told me earlier that Ivy told you the King wants to change her and make her his mate?” Gannon says, and I nod.
“What if I said I wanted to do the same with you?” I chuckle.
“You barely know me,”
“And the king barely knows Ivy, Abbie. It is no different, not really anyway.”
“But what if you find your mate?”
“I won’t and it wouldn’t matter even if I did.”
“Why would you want me, though?” I ask, a little shocked by this information. He scratches the back of his neck nervously
“Because I like you. Why else?” he says nervously.
“Liking someone and loving them are two different things.”
“We could learn to love each other, Abbie. We would have all the time in the world,” he says, reaching forward and tugging me between his legs. He wrapped his arms around my legs and looked at me. Even sitting face to face, he was that tall.
“Will you think about it?” he asks, and I chew my lip but nod. Ivy did tell me Gannon would change me and I did like him.
“But what if I find my mate?” I ask him, and he sighs.
“Well, I am hoping you don’t, but if you did, and you wanted to be with them, I would let you go if that is what you wanted,” I nod my head, and he lets me go, turning back to the bags.
“Please take your gifts, Abbie. I got them for you, and I expect nothing in return. I just wanted to see you smile,” he says. I can’t help but smile at his words, my cheeks heating when he reaches up, brushing my cheek with his hand.
“There it is,” he says before cupping my face in his hand.
“I have to go with the King tomorrow to your old pack.”
“You’re going back?” I ask him. And he nods.
“I have a bit of a strange request to ask, and you can say no if you like,” he says. My brows furrow.
“What is it?”
“Can I count how many lashes are on your back? The King wanted to know he counted Ivy’s while she slept, but he wants to punish Mrs. Daley, and he needs to know what charges to bring against her,”
Gannon tells me.
“He wants to punish Mrs. Daley?” I asked, a little shocked.
1 You and Ivy never should have been treated like that. I have counted the ones on the back of your legs,” he says, looking away as if he did something wrong.
“But can I count the ones on your back, as I said you can say no?” I swallowed. It’s not like he hasn’t seen my back before or my butt. I chew my lip.
“You just want to count them, that’s it?” I ask, unsure yet I trusted Gannon.
“That is all, Abbie,” he says. Yet the thought of Mrs. Daley getting scolded by the King excited me when I knew I shouldn’t wish harm on anybody, but I hated her, hated more than anyone. So I nod my head.
Gannon taps my thighs, gets up, closes the door, and returns to sit on the bed. Turning around, I unbutton my dress before pulling my arms out and only leaving my waist covered. Gannon pulls me to sit between my legs, and I feel his fingers tracing my skin. His touch leaves goosebumps on my skin, and my face felt hot when I felt his lips press against my shoulder.
“Thank you, Abbie,” he whispers, and I turn my face to look at him. He helps me pull my arms back into my dress before turning me as I stand to help me with the buttons. When I do up the last one, his hand bunches my dress on my hip as he tugs me closer.
“I promise she will be punished,” he whispers, and I nod. Any punishment was good enough for me. She needed to know the error of her ways and I wished death upon her. What she let the butcher do would forever haunt me, bruises and lashes heal, yet what he did scarred my mind, and she allowed it. Tainted my dreams and haunted my soul.
“Can you check on the kids?”
“I can try if the King allows it. We will be in a time crunch. The King wants to get back so he can change Ivy and take her as his mate,” he tells me, and I sigh. I would love to know how my Tyson is, but if the King was genuinely going to punish her, maybe that would make her change her ways.
“What’s wrong?” Gannon asks.
“Nothing I worry about, the children, especially the younger ones,” I admit. Gannon brushes his knuckles across my cheek.
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