His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 132 – The door closed behind him, but he was inside the stall. I quickly tried to cover my b*****s, though I had no idea why. When I asked him to close the door, I didn’t mean for him to come into the shower with me.

Gannon’s eyes run the length of me, then quickly dart away. My stomach sinks. This was why I didn’t want to turn around. I knew what he would see, and my mutilated skin was anything but pretty. I looked disgusting, my skin carved up, and the pieces forced back together like broken puzzle pieces. Turning to face the back wall, a lump forms in my throat.

“Can you get out, please,” I whisper, though I knew he would hear me with his heightened hearing.

Embarrassment washed over every inch of me, and l suddenly wanted to scrub myself raw, as if I could clean away the vile marks that laced my skin.

“Am I scaring you? I won’t hurt you, Abbie,” Gannon murmurs next to my ear before his chest presses against my back. He reaches past me, grabbing the soap out of the niche in the wall.

“I saw the way you looked at me, Gannon. Just go; I don’t want your pity,” I tell him. He growls, the sound vibrating against my back.

“The way I looked at you?” he asks, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. He dips his face into my neck. His nose runs up the side of my jaw.

I swallowed before answering, my voice coming out shakier than intended.

“Yes, I know I look disgusting, so please, leave,” Gannon growls before his hand holding the bar of soap wraps around my waist, tugging me flush against him. I became startlingly aware that he was indeed naked behind me. Felt every ridge of muscle and bump press against my back and a*s.

“I only looked away because I could tell you were uncomfortable with me staring, Abbie, not because l didn’t like what I could see.” he purrs.

“But he ruined me. I’m broken,” I tell him, my voice cracks at speaking those words aloud. Like suddenly saying them made the realization sit heavier on my shoulders. I was like a broken doll, the porcelain all broken and cracked, held together with glue, marred and made ugly, never to be whole again.

broken, Abbie. You’re still beautiful. You always have been, always will be. Nothing he has done to you changes that,” Gannon says while reaching for my arm that was shielding my

my hand. I sighed and dropped my arm while his hand holding the soap moved over my torn-up flesh. Gannon purrs, and l found his scent soothing

hair, my body putty in this man’s huge hands. Despite the sheer size

hair. My eyes trail over him. I had never seen him without at least a

center of his chest. Claw marks raked across his flesh like someone had tried to rip his heart from him. The lines were brutal and ridged, and his chest rose and fell heavily as I traced my fingertips gently over them. Gannon’s hand moves, his fingers move under my chin, and he tilts my face up, so I meet his

he whispers, his

asked, a little shocked; I thought Lycan had

looking down at

horrified. He

“Why?” I blurted.

the scar behind my ear. My hand moves over his, and I touch the scar and s*****w. The memory of how I got it

than my

is what you and Azalea say?”

mine.

I asked

Azalea wouldn’t betray you. She explained how you both shared similar scars and the meaning behind the words you speak with

bile rise

he will never come after you