Chapter 7
Ivy POV
King Kyson got out of the car and left with his Beta, a new person climbing in the car in and taking the
King’s ce. He stared at us with his arms folded the entire time and didn’t say a word.
Was he ordered to not speak to us? The silence was deafening, yet he kept his aura low as if trying not
to scare us. His eyes watched our every move. Abbie picked at her fingers nervously, head down and
eyes glued in herp.
The drivested hours; it was the afternoon when we left; I watched the night pass by and the morning
rise. Hours of silence, except for the sound of the tires on the road and the roar of the engine before
finally we stopped. We had stopped a couple of times for fuel, the Beta even tried to feed us, but my
stomach was in knots, so I touched nothing. Abbie tried, though even she had lost her appetite. Abbie
passed out again, exhaustion too much for her with the events leading to this.
Abbie had fallen asleep beside me, her head on my shoulder, and I reached over and shook her gently. I
couldn’t sleep; I was petrified of what would happen next. My brain conjured up many different scenarios,
all of which ended with our d****e.
My back was k*****g from sitting so straight, and theshes that covered it strained when I moved to
wake her, and I felt my blood dribble down my back as they reopened with the movement. The man
across from us leans forward and sniffs the air slightly. After hours of profound silence, he finally spoke
for the first time.
“Which one of you is injured and covered in herbs?” We both shake our heads, and his jaw clenches
before he speaks.
“Don’t lie to me. Clearly, the King wants you both for some reason. So answer me, or I will call him over
and ask permission to strip you to find out,”
The door suddenly opens, saving us from answering. Beta Damian looks in the limo. The man gets out
before motioning for us to follow him.
Abbie slides across the seat to the open door and climbs out first before grabbing my arm to help me out,
the bending movement slicing through my back, and I blink back tears and grit my teeth. Abbie squeezes
my fingers gently in reassurance, and l smile, giving her’s a squeeze back. When I look up, license find
the King standing next to his Beta whispering to the man that sat in the car with us.
“Thank you, Gannon, I”ll handle it,” King Kyson tells him, and Abbie and I look at each other, fear in both
our eyes at what he meant by those words.
“Follow me,” King Kyson orders walking around the limo. We follow before stopping on the cobblestone
road. We were at his castle. An actual sandstone castle. It looked like it belonged in a fairytale, not real
life.
The ce was tremendous, and both of us froze in shock. Vines wrapped around the high stone walls
with purple and pink blossoming flowers, the gardens surrounding the ce in pristine condition and not
a weed in sight. A tall wrought iron fence surrounded the castle’s perimeter hidden by just as tall hedges,
arge water fountain sat in the middle of the cobblestone road next to where the cars lined up on the
circr driveway.
We knew the King would live in a castle but knowing that and seeing it were two different things, and the
ce was exquisite.
“Why are we here?” Abbie whispers nervously. Rogues weren’t allowed at the Lycan King’s castle.
“I said to follow,” The King says, and we both realized he had stopped and was waiting for us, looking at
us impatiently. His Beta touches my back, urging us along, and I hiss, my back arching away from his
touch as pain rippled over my back.
Abbie grips my arm, knowing crying out would get us whipped again, and I s**k in a breath willing the
tears not to fall, so we aren’t beaten for them. Swallowing down my pain, I start walking, though the King
doesn’t turn when we approach him. His gaze is stern as he stares at me. His jaw clenches, his hands
ball into fists. Abbie’s hand trembles in mine. Maybe if I beg, he will spare her for my stupidity.
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He suddenly turns and continues walking while we stumble to keep up with his long strides. A man in
uniform rushes to open the heavy wooden double doors, the King moving so quickly we didn’t even have
a chance to look where we were going as we tried to keep up with him. Abbie’s grip tightens when I start
to slow down, the pain of moving making everything ache. We stop at a set of stairs, the King moving
down a corridor that runs alongside them, and wee to a huge bustling kitchen with workers.
“rice,” The King calls out. Everyone stops and bares their necks to the King. One woman looks up
before nodding and walking over, wiping her hands on a tea towel. She was an older woman, maybe in
her fifties, with a warm smile and soft features. She wore a maids uniform with an apron tied around her
waist.
“My king,” she acknowledges before looking us over.
“I have two new girls for you to train, and they need uniforms,” he tells her.
“Right away, my lord,e with me, girls,” the woman says, giving us both a friendly smile; she motions
to follow after her.
Abbie and I quickly follow her, and she leads us through the kitchen and down yet another corridor.
Turning a corner, we find ourselves in aundry room. Rows of uniforms lined the shelves; she looked us
up and down before handing each of us a grey button-up dress with short sleeves and aprons that had
pockets in the front. The material is thick yet soft.
“What are your names?” she asks when the King suddenly walks in, making her divert her attention to
him.
“My king, is there something you need?” She asks, clearly shocked he followed her. He shakes his head
and leans on a counter, and rice waits to see if he will leave, only he doesn’t. rice turned back to
us, pped her hands, making us jump and look away from the imposing King that was watching us.
“Girls, I asked for your names.”
“Ivy, ma’am,” I told her in a rush.
“Abbie, ma’am,” Abbie answers softly, bowing her head.
“Very good, now quickly get changed through that door,” she says, pointing behind us. We look over our
shoulders when the King speaks.
“Not you, you change here,” he says, and Abbie and I look at each other nervously. rice also looks at
the King, horrified.
“My King?”
“Abbie, go get changed in the room, Ivy remain where you are,” he says, and my heart thumps erratically
in my chest at his words.