Page 15 of His Lycan Luna Queen

“I don’t understand, how can I be an empress of Kings and Queens?” I ask, confused.

“Because a child born from their union, was said to have unparalleled power and was destined to rise above kings and queens to claim the title of Empress. This child, inheriting the combined might of her parents, represents the embodiment of balance and unity, holding the potential to either mend a fractured world or bring it to its knees. Your very existence challenges the established orders in place. You are not merely a part of your parents but a whole. Your parents were two halves to a whole that was never supposed to be melded together. You being their daughter are them at their full potential,” Kyson explains, yet it makes little sense to me still.

“So, since you’re my mate, what does that make you?” I inquire playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Screwed if you turn your command on me,” Kyson responds with a laugh, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on my head.

Chapter

Nine

DAMIAN

Two days later

Two days had passed since our ill-fated visit to the gentlemen’s club, and it had turned out to be nothing but a disappointing façade, a mere strip club with no trace of the rogue workers we were hoping to find. The dancers were all officially employed, none of them willing to venture outside the boundaries set by their contracts. Everything seemed legal and legit.

“Liam, can you please get out? I’m sure you can save your stories for later,” I growl, exasperated by his presence. However, he remains unresponsive, yapping away like an incessant chihuahua. He had discovered a few rogue girls at the brothel, and now Kyson is insisting we investigate further. But all Liam can talk about is his own exploits with the girls who worked there.

Emerging from the shower, I reach for a towel, only to have Liam snatch it off the hook beside the sink. Suppressing my irritation, I press my lips together as this behemoth of a manshamelessly examines me with hungry eyes, his tongue licking his lips as if I am a bone he wants to gnaw on.

“Liam!” I snarl at him, snatching my towel from his grip.

“Can I watch you fuck her with that?” he says as I wrap the towel around my waist.

“I’m not sleeping with anyone. Now get out and go bother Dustin,” I instruct him firmly.

“No way; Damian loves it when you irritate him. It really gets him going,” Dustin chimes in from the living room of the hotel suite. I growl under my breath, pushing past Liam and retreating into my own room. It is beyond comprehension why he insists on lingering in my personal space when he has his own bathroom and area. I hastily put on my jeans, black shirt, and boots, eager to escape his presence.

“Oh, you will love her. Don’t worry, I tried her out for you last night; amazing! She has a nice rack too, fucked the brains right out of her” Liam tells me rather enthusiastically.

“Liam, enough!” I snap at him. “We’re here to work, not sleep with the victims,” I remind him sternly, but he simply shrugs.

“You’re all work and no play, but don’t worry, Liam took care of you. I booked you a few hours with her. And man, can she suck cock? I thought she was going to suck my nuts right out my dick hole. She’s like a damn vacuum,” he adds.

“You better not have booked me in for sloppy seconds!” I retort sharply. Liam nonchalantly shrugs, batting his eyelashes at me. It’s a wonder how Dustin tolerates his antics. I have half a mind to strangle him with my bare hands.

“She was hot, right Dustin?” Liam called out to him. Dustin peered over the back of the couch and raised an eyebrow at Liam.

“You do realize that I’m gay, right? One hundred percent gay. As in, I only like men,” Dustin clarified dryly. Liam clicked his tongue in response.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate how hot she is! Who knows, maybe I’ll go for another round when you’re done. I don’t mind sloppy seconds. Besides, I stretched her out really good for you. She should be able to accommodate that weapon of yours easily. I wonder if she could handle both of us at once,” Liam muses, a disturbingly thoughtful expression on his face. Disgusted, I shoot him a disdainful look. Liam has an uncanny knack for expressing himself in the most vulgar manner possible, devoid of any filter.

Throughout the drive to our destination, Liam continues his relentless monologue about his latest escapades. It makes me wonder if he even realizes that she is a prostitute and that her affections are purely transactional. I highly doubt any of the girls genuinely enjoy their encounters with clients.

“I wonder if she’d be up for a threesome? Maybe even anal? She had the perfect peachy ass. I wanted to take a bite out of it,” Liam rambles on, oblivious to my growing annoyance. I focus on the road, attempting to drown out his explicit fantasies. Liam squeals like a girl when we get there and is first out of the car.

“Oh, you can see the mark I left on her,” he exclaims animatedly, practically bouncing on the spot.

“Mark? You marked her, and you want me to fuck her?” I ask incredulously.

“No, I paid extra so I could carve a little ‘L’ on the inside of her thigh. Who would’ve thought a beauty like her would be into knife play? It cost me a pretty penny, but now anyone who sleeps with her will see the scar and know that I was there first,” Liam proudly proclaims.

“She works in a brothel, Liam. I highly doubt you were the first,” I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Don’t ruin the mood; I can’t wait for you to meet her,” Liam says, rushing ahead and opening the door.

We enter the establishment, and Dustin nods, silently slipping out the back of the staff area while Liam walks over and sets his arm across the counter. Did this fool not realize that he only has to pay them, not pick them up? It’s not a damn date. The feral growl that leaves me has the girl behind the counter jump when I learn that he had, in fact, booked me with this girl he used and abused the night before.

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