Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 71 – It took me a good few minutes to spot him kneeling behind a huge headstone. Wandering over to him, he looked up when my shadow cast over him.
“Ivy, I mean my Queen,” he said, baring his neck to me.
“Ivy is fine,” I tell him, and he lets out a breath.
“So can I help you with something?” he asked, and I shrugged, looking down at what he was doing. He was scrubbing and cleaning the headstones and removing the d**d flowers.
“Want some help?” I asked, and he chewed his lip before peering over the headstone and glancing at the castle. “Are you allowed?” He whispered, and I peered back over at the castle.
“Yes, I don’t see why not,” I shrugged.
“Well, I am nearly done with this row. If you grab another bucket and brush, you’ll also need a polishing rag,” he said, showing me his tucked into his belt. Nodding, I turned and walked back toward the castle.
“In the laundry room, Ivy,” he called, and I nodded, going in search of the cleaning supplies.
from those working in the laundry, but they said nothing or questioned me as I slipped
you want me?” I
or there is the servant’s cemetery over there,” he said, pointing closest to the forest and castle. “Or the hunters and rebels’ victims are the ones nearest the river.”
“Hunters and rebels victims?”
k****d by rebel leaders Marrissa and Darclay, Marissa was a rogue werewolf she k****d the King’s sister and that um, the royal family, they live, yeah I don’t know
to say, yet I was still stuck at the mention of my mother’s name. Did Peter not know why the King kicked me out of
there?” I asked, looking out at the
the hunters? Though most kills came from Marrissa, she would pretend to be a servant and then k**l everyone while they were
lost, and because my mother was behind it all, I was sick to
she was the worst Lycan serial k****r in history,” Peter said
and Marrissa cut her unborn child out of her and mutilated her before stuffing her back in her womb. Well, that’s what I heard anyway from Trey; he is one of
came to belonged to a woman kneeling down. I set to work. When I finished hers,
me, I noticed that it had the same last name as the woman’s grave beside it and that it
I was the daughter of a serial k****r. I had bad blood. My hands were tainted by the blood of the woman who carried me. I scrubbed the grave and cleaned it before moving on to the next and next. With each one, the pit of my stomach became deeper. The skin on my fingers was bleeding from the wind, and my hands were chapped from it. It was impossible for me to stop. I had to undo what she did to remove the taint she had marked on them. When I finished the row, I moved on to the next and the next when suddenly feet stopped beside me.
I was caught off guard by his growl, and I forgot entirely that I hadn’t checked in with Clarice. Looking around, I noticed it was almost dark outside.
Taking the scrub brush from my hands, he snarled, “D**n it, lvy, look at your hands.”. I snatched it back from turning back to the grave; if I could just clean them all, it would undo it. My mind was consumed with what she had done; I didn’t know what else to do, didn’t know how to take it back.
The King snarled, snatching the scrubbing brush and tossing it in the bucket. The water splashed against me, and I could see guards coming in our direction.
“You didn’t check-in; Clarice is now in trouble for covering for you. Why are you out here? You disobeyed me,” he snapped before bending down and gripping my arms. He shook me. Though my eyes stared blankly. Couldn’t he see the blood on my hands? What she did? How it tainted me, l needed it off. Needed to erase it, erase her. She didn’t deserve to be remembered, not after what she did. She was an imposter. The woman who raised me was a monster; I was the monster she gave life to.
“You’re sunburned; your skin is blistered,” he hissed. Trying to drag me toward the castle, I thrashed, yanking out of his grip. “Ivy!” he snapped, reaching for me as I grabbed the scrubbing brush. I could take it back; it would go away. I just needed to clean them. His hand gripped my arm, and the growl that left me made him and everyone near me freeze.
“Ivy?” Kyson whispered, and I looked up at him.
“She k****d them. I loved her, and she k****d them. How could she love me and k**l them?” I cried. All the hurt from the years of torture made so much sense now. It was punishment for being hers. Karma came back and took vengeance on Abbie and me. Everything that Abbie endured. I endured was because of what she did because I was the monster created by a serial k****r. And all because I loved her when she deserved love. I loved a monster, and I called her mum.
