Chapter 246 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

I close my eyes, this was it, I was going home, I let out breath waiting for the sword to slice through my neck.

“No,” I heard Ivy cry out. It‘s okay lvy, I thought to myself, just go and live. I never wanted her to die with me, I wouldn‘t be a good friend if I did.

“Please, please don‘t let him kill her,” she begged someone, and I worried she would get herself in trouble.

“Please, just let him kill me. I want to be with her,” lvy begged, and tears burned my eyes at her words.

“Stop, I want the other girl too.” his voice booms, and I gasp.

“Hand the girl over. You heard the King” the King‘s Beta says. Alpha Brock growls but grabs me, hauling me to my feet, but he shoves me down the steps and I stumble before hitting someone. Hands gripped my arms and whoever it was growled at the Alpha. The hessian bag is suddenly lifted off my head and my eyes instantly go to search for Ivy, she was by another man who was watching her, I didn‘t understand the look in his gaze but I understood her expression, relief and I rushed to her.

I throw myself at her, clutching her. Ivy squeezed me and I couldn‘t help the tears. I wanted death, and this man wanted her, but where would that leave me now? Would I be cast away without lvy, death I could handle, but the unknown without her I couldn‘t?

“Thank you.” I whispered, though I wasn’t sure if I should thank him yet, still I bare my neck to him and he nods once before his eyes fall back on Ivy.

“Follow me,” he says. Turning on his heel, he starts walking. I look at Ivy before his Beta stops next to us. “You heard the King, follow him,” the man says, looking at us both on the ground, though his words were soft, which 1 didn‘t expect of him. We scramble upright, rushing after him and ignoring the shocked looks of the town‘s people, We follow the King back to the orphanage and Ivy looked arou nd nervously and so did I, What did he want with us or her anyway? The only reason I am here is that she begged him to spare me. The King walks rather qui ckly; we have to jog to keep up with him. His Beta follows behind us a few steps before we stop. Mrs. D aley was standing out the front and rushes over, staring with her mouth open, gaping at us.

“Hurry up, girls. Get inside,” she says, clearly shocked, but she recovers herself quickly. We go to do wh the King opens the car door of his sleek black car and steps into Ivy‘s path. He grips her arm, stopping her from passing him.

“Get in,” he says, and we stop. I clutched Ivy‘s arm tightly while Ivy‘s fingertips hold the side of my shirt,

“Your friend can come, but you are coming with me, so get in the car. I don‘t like repeating myself,” he says to her sternly. I swallow, worried she would anger him.

“Gannon, sir, may I ask what is going on?” Mrs. Daley speaks up.

“No, you may not,” the King snaps, but I could have sworn he said his name was Kyson. She went to speak again when the Beta spoke behind us as we climbed in the car.

“Be wise to close your mouth lady, the King doesn‘t like to repeat himself,” his Beta warns.

“King?” she squeaks, as I slide across the leather seat.

“Yes, King Kyson,” the Beta confirms, and she drops her head. Instead, the King pays her no attention. He reaches inside the car and leans over Ivy. Instinctively i lean away from him, but he only pulling on some straps and clipping it in beside her waist.

“Seatbelts,” he says before pointing to the other beside me. I quickly copied what he did and clipped it in. Ivy looked at me and I stared out the window to find the man who was smoking leaning against the car door beside me and I quickly glance away.

The King speaks to his men outside the car, and I nervously glance around.

“What‘s going on?” I whisper before tangling my fingers through Ivy‘s and dragging her hand onto my la

“Maybe they are casting us out” Ivy whispered. I squeeze her fingers when the Beta gets in the driver‘s seat, and the King in the passenger seat.

The car starts and then moves and I clutch my seat in panic and accidentally squeeze Ivy‘s fingers too tightly, and I felt her try to pull away, making me loosen my grip as the circulation returned to her fingers.

The drive to the castle was long, and I fell asleep along the way, only to be awoken by Ivy as we pulled up. She shook my arm, jostling me awake to my surroundings to find we had stopped. The castle was something out of fairy tales, and for a few moments, I forgot about the man who had got in the car with us after the King became annoyed and pul led over. It was the man I had seen smoking earlier. He was quiet and didn‘t say much, but it gave me a chance to look at him.

He had dark hair and equally dark eyes, or maybe that was just because of the dim lighting with the tinted wind ows. He was built big and had sharp features. His lips were full and seemed to sit in a permanent frown. I wondered briefly if he ever smiled, if this cold stony face was his usual demeanor, and if it suited his personality. One thing for sure was he was a man of few words.

He didn‘t speak, just stared off. His job was clearly to watch us, not tell us where we were going. Howe ver, neither of us was willing to ask either.

Ivy, I knew, was focused on her breathing as she tried to find a comfortable positio n to sit in without ripping apart her wounds more. I offered her my shoulder so she could press hers against it, so she didn‘t have to lean back agai nst the hard leather chair, though every movement she made. He watched, scrutinizing her every move or twitch.

His scent filled the space we were in though it didn‘t creep me out the way the butchers did. His scent was rich, yet the smell of cigar ette smoke hung heavily in the air along with a smoother fragrance underlying it, kind of how the forest smelled after it rained. He remained so silent, and a few times I was startled when he moved, having forgotten h e was there sitting across from us, which was ridiculous because the man was huge, still he just stared.

Yet once we had been driving for a few hours and I realized he wasn‘t going to murder us, I dozed off until Ivy woke me. It was the first time he spoke, and it was to her. He asked which of us were injured though I had a funny feeling he already knew, though when Ivy hissed in pain, he seemed to become angered after she denied it.

Neither of us knew how to answer, so used to the punishments Mrs. Daley would give us, we didn‘t know how to respond. However, once we got out of the car, he quickly spoke to the King, who said he would handle it. Ivy had glanced at me just as unsure as I about what to expect.

I kind of expected the King to dump us on the side of the road, so why would he bring us to his home? Either that or kill and dispose of us along the way. Either I would have been okay with. Anything is better than the unknown.

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