His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 152 – Abbie POV
I felt sick knowing Cassandra’s life was in my hands. Gannon groans sitting up on the couch he usually slept on. I tried to take
the couch but he always refused. He stretches and his back cracks before he turns his head, cracking his neck and making my
guilt worse. I set his clothes on the bed having pulled on my uniform already when he noticed me.
“What are you doing?” Gannon growled seeing the servant’s uniform I was wearing. I look down at it, flattening the front. I had
pulled a black long sleeve skivvy on underneath it since the blouse opened a little along the neckline revealing my mauled
shoulder.
“I can’t sit in this room all day, Gannon. I want to work,” I tell him as he comes over to me. He starts tugging at the blouse but I
smack his hands away.
“You want to work? Fine, but not in this uniform. You aren’t a servant,” he growls.
“What does it matter if I am a servant or not? Clarice is a servant! Do you think so little of her too?” I ask him and he seems
taken aback by my words.
“What? Of course not, Abbie. A job is a job no matter the status, I just don’t want you in that d**n uniform!” he snaps tugging at
the buttons and undoing them.
“Gannon stop it! I am wearing it. Now leave me be!” I snap at him. He presses his lips in a line but puts his hands up in
surrender.
“You don’t have to wear that,”
“I know,” I tell him.
“Do you? You don’t have to be a servant, you don’t even have to work if you don’t want to,”
“Why are you so against this then?”
“Because I don’t want you to think you are nothing more than a servant. I don’t want you serving me like I am one your chores,”
“I’m not,” I tell him. He points to his bed where I set his clothes out, and bite my lip as he walks over to the bathroom and pushes
the door open and growls seeing that I had cleaned the bathroom already and removed the d***y laundry.

“Really? Then why can I smell bleach?” he demands.
“I want a mate not a house cleaner,” he says, pinning me with his intense gaze.
“And mates do that sort of thing. They clean up after each other. Geez, Gannon, my d***y washing was in there too, and I sure
as h**l don’t want one of the other servants cleaning up after me,” I tell him and he seems to think for a second.
“You could work in the library or the kitchens, or,” he pauses.
“The stables? Gannon, I want to work as a servant. I know what I am doing. Kitchens are full and the library? What use would I
be when I can’t read?” I ask him.
“Well, you can come with me,”
“I am not following you around like a lost puppy. I don’t see what the big deal is,” I tell him, walking over and grabbing my flats
and socks. I sit on the edge of the bed, bending down to pull my socks on when Gannon snatches them from my hand kneeling
in front of me.
He grabs my ankle placing it on his knee and I sighed, watching as he tugged my socks on.
“You know I don’t want a servant either right?” I chuckle.
“Huh?” he says, looking up at me.
I point to him putting my shoes on. “And you are always opening d**n doors and running my baths. I can’t read that doesn’t mean
I can’t dress myself,”
“Is that why you think I do those things?” He chuckles, shaking his head and I shrug.
“Here I thought chivalry wasn’t d**d. Apparently it is just non-existent,” he laughs, lifting my other foot to put the sock on. He
kisses my foot.
“I do those things because I like doing them for you,”
“And same with me setting your clothes out and cleaning the room, and making our bed. It’s our room, I should be able to clean
it,” I tell him.

“Our bed and our room, huh?” He laughs looking up at me. My face heats at how casually I claimed his room as my own. He
places his hands on my thighs running them up to my hips before wrapping them around my waist.
“If this is our bed, I should be able to sleep in it then, right?” He laughs.
I chew my lip. “I’m playing Abbie,” he says, leaning up and pecking my lips quickly. My face heats up impossibly more and he
stands up. I look at the bed before looking back at him.
“Maybe you could sleep in the bed?” tell him and he peer’s down at me.
“I was playing Abbie, I don’t mind the couch,” he says, tugging his shirt off and replacing it with the one I set out for him. When
he was done he twirled his finger in the air, wanting me to turn around and I looked away while he removed his boxer shorts and
pulled his jeans on.
Gannon groans annoyed and I glance back at him as he does his zip up.
“What’s wrong?”
“The King wants to leave early. He and Azalea had an argument,” he says with a sigh.
He comes over and presses his lips to my forehead before gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“There is no rush to do anything. And if you want to clean the room, fine. I just don’t want you thinking you have to, OK?” I nod
and he smiles, dipping his face closer to see if I would pull away.
When I don’t he presses his lips to mine, softly and my lips part invitingly. Gannon groans pulling me closer, his hand going to the
back of my head as he tipped my head back, running his tongue across my bottom lip first before his tongue delved between my
lips, brushing mine gently. I kiss him back, wanting to let him have this small victory because right now that is all I could offer him.