His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 117 – Gannon POV

For two days, I listened to his screams when they finally cut out. Liam sighs and pouts.” P***y! I wanted to feed him his bowel first,” Liam growled, looking down at Doyle’s limbless body.

“Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you removed his heart,” I said, pointing to his hand. Liam looks at the hand that is holding Doyle’s heart. “Oh, yeah, that would have done it,” he said, tossing it over his shoulder.

My skin itched from all the blood caked on it. Thick like gravy, I was surprised he lasted this long, and if it wasn’t for the blood bags Liam got, he probably would have died yesterday when we removed his arms. Liam whistles happily when the bell rings, signaling someone is here.

“Yes! Customers. Missed my calling; I did. I reckon my steaks look pretty good. Wonder if they want to try my marinated Doyle steaks or the Doyle sausage,” Liam says, excitedly taking the tray he had been placing his were-steaks on. He was taking butchering the butcher too seriously. I laugh as he grabs his tray and races to the front of the store before I hear the shrill scream of a woman before the bells sounded as she rushes out.

“But it is a delicacy. Marinated him myself for 12 hours,” I hear Liam call out to her. I shake my head, taking my rubber apron off. I hang it on the hook next to the freezer door. Liam comes in with his tray in hand, looking rather upset that the woman, whoever she was, didn’t want to try his Doyle steaks.

“Wasted all that time marinating those,” he says, tossing the tray on the counter. He washes his knives and places them in his satchel. Grabbing the soap, I scrub my hands clean when Liam growls. Peering over my shoulder to see him glaring down at Doyle.

b*****d, look what you did! You owe me a new apron. You better hope I can wash this out,” he snarls, taking off his apron. I raise an eyebrow

to clean his apron in cold water. “He turned it pink. I’ll just say it is

trunk. I always brought spare clothes. The town square was pretty quiet as I stepped out. A lot of stares, but no one

it on. Hearing the butcher’s shop bell jingle, lyrics glance over my shoulder, and a scream rings out

head to toe in blood. He shakes off some congealed blood that has plopped on

Put it in the trunk,”

it dry?” he

kids will freak if they see you like that,” I tell

bakery. Liam glances over there, and so do I to see the old woman choking.

from her mouth, and she sucks in a breath before he lets her go. The woman collapses on the ground and Liam clicks his

blowing her a kiss. She looks at him, appalled, his d**k slapping her cheek as he turns to walk back to the car. I snort and shake my head at him as he leans into the

in the driver’s seat, starting the