His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 131 – Abbie POV
Everything was chaotic when we arrived back at the castle. One moment, I was walking through the castle doors. The next,
Damian was screaming for help with the King. Gannon had to follow Dustin to the King’s quarter, where they took Azalea, who
was still unconscious. It was weird calling her that. Ivy. She had been to me all our lives, yet I understood her desire to get rid of
the name Della or, should I say, Marissa had given her.
Standing in the corridor, I didn’t know what to do with myself as Damian, and another man carried the King to his quarters. The
King mumbled, but his words made little sense. I wanted to go to Azalea but knew it was not the time, but now I found myself lost
as I stood there watching the flurry of people rushing around crazily.
Did I just go back to my old tasks when here? Should I look for Gannon or maybe Clarice? I wasn’t sure what to do with myself,
and I found myself walking around blindly until I was suddenly in my old room. I hesitantly knocked in case Beta Damian had got
himself a new personal servant. However, no one answers, and I push the door open and peer inside. It was getting late, and I
assumed I would see Clarice in the morning to ask where she wanted to put me.
Stepping into the room, I find the bed b**e, so I walk down the hall to the closet and retrieve some blankets and pillows. The task
was made more difficult by my wounds. The stitches pulled so tight that some were cutting through my skin like cheese wire.
Bloodstained nearly every inch of me. It was congealed in my hair and under my fingernails. I quickly made the bed and then
decided I couldn’t sleep in this state, so I made my way to the laundry, searching for clothes. Finding the uniform servants,
pajamas, and some socks, I grabbed them off the shelf before retrieving a towel and rummaging through the first aid kid for
antibacterial soap. Limping to the servants’ bathrooms, my bones ached. Every inch of me did.
Stepping inside, I find it empty. One side of the bathroom held stalls for showering while a half wall divided up the middle to the
toilets and basins; long mirrors ran the entire length of the center wall on both sides.
As I passed it to head into one of the shower stalls, I glanced at the state I was in. My normal auburn hair was matted, twigs and
leaves tangled in the knots. The clothes I was wearing were torn, and I could still smell his scent all over me. Gannon’s too, but
Kade’s was still there. My heart panged at the thought of him.
The way he lay d**d in the dirt. My mate, though cruel, was mine or supposed to be. Looking at what was left of me as I peeled
off my clothes, I was disgusted.

My skin marred from years in the orphanage was already horrifying to look at, though my scars were never deep or jagged as
Azaleas. I always felt terrible for how she hated her appearance and the lashes that marred her.
She had taken so many whippings reserved for me and I had done the same for her. Looking at them, I used to think it was a
reminder of what we endured and survived. Though marks left at the hands of Kade, I saw something so much worse.
I never survived at all. Moved from one h**l to another. Looking at my ravaged flesh, I wasn’t sure anyone would look at me
again and be anything but disgusted by the sight of me. The multiple marks on my neck from him had turned my flesh black like
it was rotting away my skin, the skin raised jagged same as the scars etched into my heart. The hollow void felt like it would
never be filled again, bottomless. I pressed my lips together to stop from crying out when I peeled my shirt off, dumping it on the
floor.
I hiss as I force my pants down my legs. The blood saturating my pants stuck to my skin and made me feel like I was being
skinned alive. Tears blurred my vision, and I bit back the sob as my stitches opened and blood cascaded down my leg in a
stream. I tried to step out of my pants when hands fell on my hips, making me jump and hiss as the stitches along my arms and
ribs tugged from the movement.
“I was looking for you,” Gannon murmurs. He kneels, peeling them off, and I grip his shoulder, stepping out of them. He kisses
my hip bone, which protrudes beneath my skin. The blood rushed to my cheeks, knowing I was now standing naked in front of
the man.
“Why are you in the servants’ bathroom?” he asks, standing back up. Keeping my back to him, I covered my breast. Not that
there was much point with giant mirrors. I knew he could see every vile inch of me if he glanced at them.
“I didn’t know where else to go. You disappeared, and lost didn’t want to bother Clarice to find out where I was stationed. So I
went back to my old station,” I tell him.
“You should have just gone to our room,” Gannon whispers.
“I am Beta Damian’s servant. I don’t think he has another. No one was in the room when I went in there,” I tell him. I grab my
soap, placing it on the niche before hissing as I start the shower. Gannon growls behind me while I examine my arm, which is
black and blue, where Kade mauled me, the stitches pinching my skin, holding it together. The water sprays out, bursting from
the showerhead in a wide spray, making my injuries b**n and sting.

“Can you shut the door?” I ask him, not wanting to turn around. I hear the door close and sigh, stepping under the water, only to
cringe away. My head throbs as l wet my hair before turning around. I rub my eyes to rid them of the water. When I opened them,
Gannon was standing in front of me.