Chapter 131


    Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 6


    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 De 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 rice? 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 gettingte, and I assumed I would see


    rice in the morning to ask where she wanted to put me.


    Stepping into the room, I find the bed bare, so I walk down the hall to the closet and retrieve some


    nkets 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.


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    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 theundry, 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, nced at the state I was in. My normal auburn


    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 hey dead 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 theshes


    that marred her,


    She had taken so many whippings reserved for me and I had done the same for her. Looking at them, !


    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 hell 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 ck 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.


    Thiss 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 nced at them.


    “I didn’t know where else to go. You disappeared, and I didn’t want to bother rice to find out where |


    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, cing it on the niche before hissing as I start the shower. Gannon growls


    behind me while I examine my arm, which is ck 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 burn 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 I 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.