His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 89 – Abbie POV
My mind was still reeling with the fact Gannon had driven all the way here. How I had missed him, but I knew it was wrong to
have feelings for another when you had a mate, betrayal. The worst sort of betrayal to the moon goddess to refuse the gift she
had bestowed on us by giving us our mates.
Honestly, I never thought myself worthy of a mate, someone to love me unconditionally, until I met Kade. I missed him, and I
wondered if it hurt him just as much as it did me when we were apart. For some reason though, as I unpacked the groceries
Gannon had brought back and dropped on my doorstep.
I couldn’t wipe the goofy smile off my face as logo chewed on one of the strawberry clouds; he was always giving me candy at
the castle. The fact he remembered these were my favorite had me smiling like an idiot before guilt sank in that I shouldn’t be
thinking of Gannon, so I scolded myself for my reckless thoughts.
It felt strange seeing the cupboards with food in them. Kade brought a couple of bags every few days but nothing like this. I was
always rationing everything, and even then, it still wasn’t enough to last before he returned. It had been days since I last saw
him, and he never stayed long, only a few minutes before saying he had to get back to work. This place was quiet, sometimes
too quiet for my troubled mind, and it made me miss Ivy and Clarice more.
Packing the last of the groceries away, I decided to go bring the washing in; I only had these pants and the shirt, plus the clothes
I came here wearing. Which we’re currently on the clothesline, having to hand wash them every day in the sink was becoming a
real mission.
But I didn’t want my clothes d***y if he returned, yet the heat and sun wore me out faster. Being confined out here, I found I spent
most of my time sleeping. The hunger always eased when I wasn’t awake to endure it, the same with the bond. Its longing and
yearning for my mate made the heart hurt less if asleep.
Stepping outside, I shielded my eyes from the sun that was slowly going down behind the trees. I split some sticks to make my
pegs. Not even pegs were provided, and only half the clothesline still had wires. I couldn’t wait to finally be able to go to the
packhouse. Kade had told me all about it and told me how beautiful it was. I just needed to be patient, and soon I would be free
to be with my mate and not be at threat of the pack war he was currently stuck in.
Checking the clothes, the hems were still wet, so l flipped them on the clothesline and hung them up the other way. Another half
an hour and they would surely be dry, and I could iron them for tomorrow. Walking back inside, I stop when I hear the sound of
tires on gravel, and my heart leaps with excitement, hoping it is Kade. When I turned around, it was the mysterious black

Mustang parked at the end of the driveway again. I stare at it, wondering why they came here every day but never introduced
themselves or got out.
However, today was different when I saw the car door swing open and a woman got out of the car. She was gorgeous, with curly
long blonde hair half pulled up, she had sunglasses on covering her eyes, and she looked, high class. Everything about her
screamed money. She walked around to the front of the car, her knee-high black boots crunching on the gravel as she leaned on
the hood. She had on a white cami and blue jeans. Her lips stained red from her lipstick.
She sat on the hood, and I waved to her, wondering if she was a pack member and if I should say hello, but Kade told me not to
talk to anyone out here, so l remained where I was. She never waved back, only glared at me.
With one last glance over my shoulder, I rushed inside, closed the door and locked it. Not that it would do much, the door’s
hinges were loose, and the bottom of the door was waterlogged, making it challenging to shut and leaving a gap that the
mozzies like to get in from of at night.
I peer out the window at her, staying far enough back, hoping she couldn’t see me. She sat there for a while then eventually left,
making me wonder why she stopped here every day. Once she was gone, I let out a breath of relief. My afternoon was sort of
like clockwork.
I napped before bringing the clothes in, then hung them up along the window curtain on a coat hanger. I made my bed before
grabbing the comic book Gannon had brought me. The pictures telling a story about a cat with stripes. If only I could read the
images may make more sense to me, but I was thankful nonetheless.
Feeling peckish, I wandered into the kitchen. The sun was down now, and the day turned to night. The nights were longest, so
cold and empty that’s usually also when the most pain came. That horrible, heartbreaking pain that restricted my chest. My
anxiety always peaked around this time, waiting for it to arrive. Next time I speak with him, I will ask Kade to take me to the pack
doctor. Something had to be wrong, or it wouldn’t be so frequent.