His Lost Lycan Luna is a werewolf alpha romance novel by Jessica Hall. The book is already available on ireader.
Ivy was a Rogue, her parents were killed by her Alpha, but by a law set to protect Rogue children, she was left alive until she turned 18, and the Alpha would decide her fate. Not that any fate could be much worse than how she was already living. Her parents slaughtered in front of her; she knew nothing but pain, and her best friend Abbie expected the worst when the Alpha Declared they would both be killed.
Little did she know fate decided to intervene when the day her future was decided was the same day the Lycan king decided to visit. She finds herself spared by the Lycan King, who orders the Alpha to hand her over, desperate she begs for her friend and Abbie to is granted leniency, yet she isn’t free yet.
King Kyson was the last remaining Royal, and he has taken a fancy to her and decided to take her as his personal slave. Unable to explain his strange obsession for the girl, King Kyson comes to one conclusion, Ivy is his mate. However, what happens when he finds out the secrets of her family’s past, why they were rogues, to begin with.
Is the damage already done? Can he forgive her for what her parents did?
Yet darkness is coming for both of them; the lies and secrets of the past start unraveling when rogue children start disappearing and the rebellion returns. He has no choice but to save her or die himself when the bonds sever.
Love or vengeance sometimes the lines that are drawn become a little blurred, and temptation is too much. But will the King forget the pain of his past, and can Ivy forgive the pain he caused her? Read the book to find out.
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Sharlene
This is actually quite an interesting story about abuse, loss, love and strength. It has some trigger warnings because some scenes are quite graphic. The story has passionate sex scenes, but it isn’t the main thing as in many books like this one. I thought it was quite predictable though. I actually started the second book, but wasn’t aware of it. The first book didn’t have an obvious ending and the second could be in the first all the same. Overall I enjoyed it.
Michelle Mulder
I loved this book. It touches on hard subjects like rejections and abuse but it is also about love and friendship. It is just a pity it is not finished. Why would it be advertised all over and then you can’t even read the full book. But I can’t wait for the end of the book to be released. His was my first book by Jessica Hall and I would definitely read more of her work.
Crystal Hamlet
Love this book I have it on 4 apps . Bc u can just read a Chapter A-day So I have it on 4 apps this vehicle will read 4 chapters A-day but I’m trying to get the whole time thing done so does anybody have the full book or know where I can get more chapters at.
Amy
For the story line itself is great, and the writing. BUT – It is not professionally written for there is grammar errors, spelling is wrong, and same with the pronunciation. Each chapter is not actually a chapter just a different point of view on the same day. If you’re going to go that route, combine all points of view for that day into one chapter then move on to the next chapter. Another note: The author has too many books going on at the same time. She is trying to make a name for herself too fast and instead of helping her image she is hurting it. She needs to stick with one book at a time till it is finished, then move on to the next. She also needs to use spell check before submitting her work. These apps cost a lot of money, and it is not right for people to pay money for work that is not completed, nor spell checked to where they have to think about what is being written. The only reason I gave it that many stars is because the story line is great, and she writes where the reader can see and really feel what is going on in the story. But she does need to choose to finish one book at a time and spell check her work.
The orphanage headmistress, Mrs. Daley, was in an excellent mood that morning. The old hag was excited because the Lycan King would visit the orphanage today. He hasn’t been here once in the eight years that Abbie and I have lived here, so we didn’t know what to expect. Mrs. Daley, however, did. She expected perfection and not a thing out of place. Therefore, she made haste in giving Abbie and me more tasks than usual, so many chores we both knew we would never be done in time for his arrival.
Abbie and I had been dreading this day, not because the Lycan King was visiting but because today was the day we would find out if we get to live another, or if it would be the day it all ends. Not that I was expecting anything rosy. Until now, my life had been anything but easy. I had been born a rogue. Growing up, I longed to have what my parents told me about packs, unity, and family, other kids to play with besides Abbie, whose family lived with us before her parents were killed along with mine. After that, both of us were brought here.
Thankfully though, because of some law by which all packs strictly live, I was shown mercy or a version of it. It was against the pack law to kill rogue children. They call it mercy, but in reality, it was anything but. My parents were rogues, meaning they were packless. Some choose a life without a pack, but generally, they are shunned by them. However, I could tell my mother had missed being part of a pack by the way she used to sometimes speak of the community side of it. My parents chose that lifestyle. We lived a life on the run, but at least we were free. That all ended when I was just shy of my tenth birthday. Now I live in the pack orphanage, and Abbie and I are the only two rogues that reside here.
So today was an important day. But not for a reason one would think, today we would be set free, just not in a sense that most would think was freedom. But it was for us. So we tended to our chores, watching the ticking hours pass us by. I was stripping beds of their linen when Abbie rushes into the room, her red locks swishing past me as she dumps the fresh bed linen on the bottom bunk. There were six bunks in every room, and there were twelve rooms. We had to have each room cleaned and made up before starting lunch. Breakfast was something I hadn’t had in years, same as Abbie. There was just no time; time was something we were already running out of in more ways than one.
I finish stripping the beds, tossing the sheets into a pile on the floor. Abbie goes over, ripping the heavy black drapes open and cracking the windows open slightly and letting in the fresh air. It was cold this morning; the air brought in a frigid chill, but I knew I would be sweating and welcoming that cold draft in around twenty minutes.
Once the bed-linen is stripped, I start making the beds. The most challenging part was the top bunks. They could be a real bitch to get flat. Mrs. Daley didn’t like wrinkles in the bed linen, and she always checked, twisting her canes between her hands while she checked each bed looking for any reason to punish us and wrinkled sheets were a good enough reason for the cane she carried.
Heaven forbid she didn’t like something, or you made it wrong. I have lost count of the times my skin was welted by that cane or the thin whip wrapped around its handle. I will never forget the sting and have quite a few scars on my back from the lashings breaking the skin when she would go too far.
“Pillows,” Abbie’s soft voice says behind me as I finish the last bed; tossing them to me. I place them on each bed. We both looked around, ensuring no toys were forgotten, nothing out of place. The dark rugs are straight, and the corners lay flat on the floor. We didn’t have time to sweep, something I knew Mrs. Daley will notice and make us pay for.
We still have five rooms and two hours left before being called to the town square to learn our fate. We both decided we would take the lashes; it would be better than showing up late to see the pack’s Alpha.
He is the one who decides what happens to us. This day has hung over our heads for eight long years, like a dark cloud threatening to rain down on us the closer it got, and I knew today it was going to pour down and drown us.
Rushing to the next room, we start all over again. The same routine every day. Once done here, we were to prepare sandwiches for the kids and pray to the Moon Goddess we finish before one. If we are late, I know he will kill us. It is a great disrespect to the Alpha if you keep him waiting. The Alpha waits for no one, especially a lowly rogue.
By the time we finish, my arms feel like jelly. My legs burn, threatening to give out under me. Abbie clutches her knees, looking around at the sparsely furnished room. The fireplaces in the corner of each room provide the only heating, the windows the only cooling in this dreadful place. We both stare at the dust on them and sighed. There would not be enough time to tend to those. The fireplaces usually create so much dust that ash settles on everything, making our job more problematic in the winters.
At that point, Abbie is breathing hard, and we still had to make the lunches. Her green eyes stare at me knowingly; we were bound to be late. She knows as well as I do. Today we will die. Her already pale face turns white as a sheet as she looks at the clock. We had forty-three minutes and over a hundred sandwiches to make for the resident children.
We hear the click of heels on the black wooden floorboards heading in our direction. Straightening up, we flatten our aprons, fix our hair, and smooth down our peasant skirts. We place our hands behind our backs, eyes straight ahead as she steps into the room. Her snakeskin heels are loud on the floor as she steps in with her glasses perched on the end of her nose.
Mrs. Daley sneers at us, her lips pulling back over her teeth as she goes to each bed. Abbie’s eyes dart to me nervously. Mrs. Daley enters with her trusty cane in her hand as she twists it in her fist before slapping it on her palm. Her eagle eyes scan the room for anything out of place.
Her hair was pulled into a bun so tight on top of her head that it looks painful. Her high cheekbones and pointed straight nose made her face crueler, sharper; she reminds me of a crow.
She pushes her round glasses up her nose. Mrs. Daley was in her forties but looked more in her late fifties, as the lines around her lips and deep wrinkles around her eyes made her look older.
We remain like statues, completely still except for our eyes scanning her every move.
She runs her fingers over the windowsill, and I see Abbie tense, my eyes flitting toward it to see it covered in soot. Mrs. Daley clicks her tongue, holding her fingers up to show us. I swallow, my mouth going dry.
“What is this?” she asks, rubbing her fingers together, the ash falling to the floor when her eyes dart to it. The kids had walked dirt through the room, and she did not miss it.
She purses her lips, which only made her face wrinkle more.
“Who was supposed to do the windowsills?” she snaps before cracking the cane on her palm.
Abbie raises her hand but says nothing; I could see the fear in her bright green eyes, tears already brimming.
“And the floors?”
I raise mine, my stomach sinking. I knew she wouldn’t miss it.
“Abbie, you get three strikes, one for each windowsill,” Abbie presses her lips together, holding out her hand’s palm down. Mrs. Daley shakes her head.
“Not good enough. We have important visitors today, and I need to show them I don’t slack on the discipline,” she says with venom in her voice. I watch as Abbie’s bottom lip trembles. The back was worse because every move would sting for days.
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