Chapter 187 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

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

“What?” I asked and sighed. I didn’t know what to think. Everything was so confusing and still made little sense to me. Titles and bloodlines and kingdoms were so new to me yet I was expected to be able to follow the rules of a world I wasn’t taught to live in, the expectations and weight of that were finally sinking.

I knew nothing of this world, or any world for that matter. Or mate bonds and alliance’s and I thought this life was difficult. I couldn’t imagine watching from the sidelines as my mate was with someone else. What would that do for the soul? Your heart? Four broken souls and four broken hearts are doomed to watch each other try to be happy with another. I couldn’t imagine the torment that would cause the bond.

So much to figure out.

But first, I needed to focus on what punishment that was bestowed on Peter and Ester right now.

“What punishment did you give my… brother?” I force the word out. It tasted bitter on my t***ue.

“500 lashes…” Kyson answers.

“What!” I shrieked, and Kyson gripped my arms.

“Not Peter. So wait and let me explain,” he says, clasping my arms tightly. I quickly nod, deciding to hear him out before losing my mind at him.

“Ester. She knew who Marrissa was and could have prevented my sister’s d***h. She needs to be punished for that.”

“Peter can’t heal. He hasn’t shifted yet,” I tell him, knowing there was no way he could survive that many lashes. “Ester is receiving the lashes.

Peter will administer half of them. The other half, I will.” I shake my head. He expected Peter to whip his own mother? It sounded barbaric and cruel.

Kyson growls at me when I glare at him. “You won’t let me k**l him, and l can’t without breaking the laws! You will go along and agree Azalea. You don’t have to like the ruling, but you will stand by it, or I will k**l Ester. If you don’t want me to k**l them, you will agree.” he snaps at me.

“You can’t k**l Peter,” I tell him.

“No. By law, I can’t. But, that won’t stop me from breaking that law if you disagree. So either you agree to their punishment or…” I growl at him, I won’t let him k**l him. Peter is a child!

“He k****d our baby!” Kyson snaps.

“Ester could have prevented my sister’s d***h! They need to be punished. And if you won’t let me k**l them, then this is it. What they did is punishable by d***h. And I will not be seen as weak because my mate is too soft,” he growls.

“Soft? You are the only one who sees mercy as soft, My King. Mercy is not soft, there is a strength within it. It takes a stronger person to forgive than it does to punish another.”

Kyson laughs, pushing me off his lap and standing. I turn on the bed and watch him walk over to his bar.

“They don’t deserve forgiveness. Not even this is enough. Mercy is for the weak. Forgiveness? They will find none from me,” he snarls, tipping the bottle to his l*ps and chugging half the bottle. I hated when he drank.

“Then you truly are the weak one then.” I sneered, getting to my feet when the bottle smashed into the wall making me jump. He moved so quickly, that look barely found my feet when his hands gripped my arms tightly as he growled.

“You are weak! Falling to your knees to save an enemy. Forgiveness gets you k****d. It gets you nothing!” Kyson roared.

“No! You’re wrong,” I growled back, gripping his wrists. Anger coursed through me, and he let go, glaring down at me.

“You know nothing!” he growled turning away from me.

“I know I forgave you!”

“Forgave me? I never did anything to warrant needing forgiveness!”

“No? You just nearly k****d me when you destroyed our bond!” I spit at him.

“Yet I forgave you for it. I forgave you for using the d**n calling on me to get your way. I forgave your stupid punishments. I forgave you! So if that makes me weak, then what does it make you for accepting it?” he growls but adds nothing.

“I am not changing the punishment, and you will not ask me to. They need to be punished for what they did.” He snaps.

“I agree, but you won’t k**l them,” I tell him, and he seems shocked.

“As you said, I don’t have to like the punishment, but one must be given. But once it’s done, it is done Kyson. I won’t allow you to continue punishing him.” I tell him.

“And you won’t interfere?” He asks, and I s*****w but shake my head. I understood he needed vengeance, yet vengeance was never my thing. I couldn’t harbor the sort of hate he does. It sounded exhausting, but I understood his need for it.

“Afterward, you let them go,” I tell him, and he growls and clenches his jaw.

“Only if you stand by your word and don’t interfere or try to stop it,” he answers. I swallowed.

“Just don’t k**l them, and you let them go after,” I tell him before storming past him and out the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To find Abbie,” I snap not bothering to turn around yet I knew he was following. Liam falls in line with me but remains quiet while I looked for my friend.

“Azalea!” Kyson calls.

“What!”

“You said you would stand by it, that means you come with me, and do just that!” Kyson says grabbing my arm.

“You want me to watch as you whip someone, no!” I tell him. I didn’t want to see that, I knew exactly what kind of pain that was and I sure as h**l didn’t want to witness it.

“You said you would stand by my decision,” Kyson says and I p**ss my l*ps in a line and glare at him. Now l was wondering if he was also punishing me for challenging him.

“Fine, then lead the way, my King.” I motion and he growls but grips my hand tugging me after him.

We stepped into a courtyard I had never been in before. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Ester tied with her hands chained above her head to the wall. Her clothes were torn at the back from where the whip had slashed her flesh, yet the wounds were healed, and she panted.

Kyson growls, and anger coursed through the bond. Peter stood with a whip in his hands that he swiftly dropped, shaking his head and looking at Kyson pleadingly. Clarice stood off to the side, nibbling her fi**gernails. The skin on her face had tears trekking down it and dripping off her chin.

Though Trey’s exp**ssionless face as he stared at Peter shocked me the most. This was his sister, and he showed no care for her at all. It was shocking to see.

“Again! You have twenty more, Peter.” he snarls, stalking over to him and snatching the whip from the ground. He th**sts it at Peter, who flinches away from him. Bile rose up my throat, and I looked at Kyson squeezing his hand, and he turned his head, looking at me.

“It’s only twenty,” I tell him, and Ester glanced over her shoulder at me. Her face flushed red, and she panted before looking at Kyson.

“Hurry up, Peter. Finish it!” Kyson snaps.

“P***k.” I hiss under my breath, and Kyson growls, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Watch your tone,” he whispers next to my ear.

“Watch yours.” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grip. I make my way over to Clarice, who explains Ester was taking it rather well, and Kyson overhearing that, did not sound imp**ssed.

He walked over to Liam and talked to him before Liam walked off. Though I was quite shocked at how fast Ester was healing. The moment the whip pulled away, her skin closed. Being whipped was one thing. Seeing someone else made my skin prickle and itch.

I couldn’t stand the sound of the crack being made, the way it whipped through the air, the sound of tearing flesh. Flashbacks smashed me as l tried to block them out, and I wanted nothing more than to run. At this moment, I truly hated Kyson. Hated who he had become.

Yet once Peter finished, her skin was red and angry but no longer bleeding. That seemed to bother Kyson. He wanted blood, and plenty stained the stone ground, yet he was not sated by it. For the most part, I stared at the rose bushes, blocking out what was going around me until I heard Ester shriek when Liam walked in with a bucket. The potent scent of Wolfsbane reached my nose, and Clarice whimpered beside me, and I sat up straighter.

“Kyson!” I hissed. He growls, I know they need to be punished, but this seemed excessive even for him. I watched in h****r as he dipped the whip in the bucket, and my heart lodged in my throat, and tears sprung to my eyes as he pulled it out. The cracking sound sent spray everywhere and her scream I felt to my core.

One scream and it sent me back to a dark place and had me twisting where I sat on the edge of the garden. The contents of my stomach spewed out into the garden. Kyson, though, was almost rabid, not caring he made me sick.

Not caring for her screams or Peter’s begging. He wasn’t present, lost in his anger, and by the 100th one, Ester hung limply in the chains, yet still, he didn’t stop. I was trapped in the darkest parts of my mind. The darkest places I thought I would never be trapped in again. Only this time, my mate’s actions trapped me there until Clarice shrieked beside me.

Her hands that held me gripped me tighter. And Peter’s blood-curdling scream made goosebumps rise, and my ears rang loudly, ripping me out of my own head that was tormenting me. Peter lay on the ground, and Kyson stood over him with the whip in his hand. Ester was a b****y mess, and l could have sworn that some of the white meaty-looking bits of her back were exposed bone.

“Leave him,” Ester breathed. Yet she couldn’t move to lift her head. I gaped at the scene before me. Peter clutched his face. That was bleeding profusely. Kyson was enraged and, at some time, had shifted.

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