His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 150 – Gannon sighs heavily. “I’m sorry. I just want to be the one to do it,”
“Okay, I won’t ask Azalea,” I tell him and he lets out a breath.
“But-“
“But you still aren’t sure you want to be a Lycan,” Gannon says.
“No. I was gonna ask if we could do it tomorrow and not when we got back home,” I tell him, rubbing my temples.
“Wait. You will do it?” Gannon asks. I look up at him to see his shocked face.
I had been unsure, and he had asked multiple times, and the answer was always no. But the last day or so, l wondered if I
should. I could be with Azalea, and I had Gannon. I loved Gannon, but I also worried he would get bored of me since I am not
even sure I can have s*x or be with anyone that way. At least not yet anyway, but would he still want me anyway.
“Yes, I will let you change me but do we have to-“
“No. We don’t have to have s*x, Abbie, but you know it would eventually send you into heat with me marking you. Azalea
changing you won’t, neither would Kyson because he has a mate, but I don’t have a mate. So I wouldn’t just be changing you. I
would be claiming you. I just want to be clear on that. You will go into heat eventually,” Gannon says. I s*****w and nod.
“I know, just, I want a little bit more time,”
“And you have all the time you want, and I don’t have to do it tomorrow. I just ask if you are going to become a Lycan. When you
choose that, I just hope you choose me to do it,”
“Okay. But we can tomorrow; I just want to check on Azalea first. Do you think she is awake? I wouldn’t mind ringing her too
since it will be too late to see her by the time we get home,”
“You can try her on my phone,” Gannon says, handing it to me. I take it from him, and he tells me the pin number to get in it.
“You know how to ring her?” I nod. I had plenty of practice, but when l noticed the time, I decided to send a voice text since I
can’t write; usually, Gannon types for me.
I open up the messages only when I do I see a picture message from a thread he was in. I gasp, at the mutilated body of a
woman and Gannon looks at me.

He glances down at the screen before trying to snatch the phone.
“I thought you were ringing her,” He growls, trying to reach for his phone.
“Why is Blaire on your phone?” I ask, staring down horrified at the screen.
Why? I had no doubt it was her. I would recognize her face anywhere, it haunted my dreams, and I always wondered what
happened to her. I hoped she got free of the pack but here she was d**d on his phone screen. Yet as I scrolled through the
photos, I began to feel sick.
“Blaire?” Gannon asks.
“Pullover. I am going to be sick,” I tell him, and he rips the car to the side of the road.
I toss the door open, throwing up. I empty my stomach. Seeing her mutilated body made me sick, and l dry heaved when I had
nothing left but bile. Gannon raced around the car, snatching the phone from my hand and pocketing it. He goes to grab me, but
I take a step away and stand up.
“Did you k**l her?” I ask, horrified, wondering why he would send that to Liam.
“What? No!” he says, stepping toward me, but I take another step back.
“Abbie?”
“Why is she on your phone?” I demand and his brows pinch. Gannon pulls his phone out and looks at the screen.
“You know this girl?”
“Yes. Her name is Blaire. She was one of Kade’s girls. Now answer me. Did you k**l her?” I ask him.
“No. Of course not. She was one of the bodies we found, I sent to Liam so he could forward them to the packs so we could try
identify her. Wait ... she is from Kade’s pack?” He asks.
“Yes, I just said that. She was one of the rogues there. She worked in the b*****l,” I tell him. Gannon looks at his screen again
and flicks through the pictures. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.
“What?” I ask him.

“We found a nurse not far from Blaire but in the opposite direction,”
“You want me to look. You think they are linked?” I ask, taking a step forward.
“Just let me zoom in on her face. lyrics don’t want you seeing the rest,” Gannon tells me. I nod, already wishing I could unsee
Blaire’s body.
He turns the screen to show me, and l stumble back, clutching my mouth, tears brim in my eyes. “You know her?” he asks.
“She is the nurse who helped me escape. She undid my handcuffs,” I tell him and I choke on a whimper. Gannon comes over,
wrapping his arms around me, and he kisses my hair. “I’m sorry, love,’ he whispers, and I clutch the front of his shirt. He rubs my
arms before pulling away from me.
“We need to get back. I need to speak to the King and Damian about this,” he says, and I sniffle but climb back in the car, and he
shuts my door.
He gets back in the driver’s seat before reaching over and grabbing a blanket, a water bottle, and some mints. Gannon puts the
blanket over me, and I shakily open the water bottle, gulping it down. He turned the heater up, the night turning colder. Or maybe
it was my shock because he was still in a shirt and didn’t look cold.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” Gannon whispers, pulling back onto the road.