His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 75

“Who is this little one?” Tandi asks while reaching out and gripping Tyson’s little fingers as Abbie holds him. I swallowed; watching as they speak of their children left me suddenly feeling out of place when I felt the heat of Kyson’s chest press against my back before feeling his breath on the back of my neck.

“One day, my love,” he says and I nod at his words and instinctively my hands went to where my hands once held my bump. Instead they held only my flat covered stomach.

His arms circle my waist, his hands sliding over the backs of my hands as he laced his fingers through mine and I let out a breath, looking up at him as he leans down and rests his chin on my shoulder. He pecks my cheek, and I turn my attention away from them to Damian, who is watching his newfound mate worriedly. I focus on him, not wanting to see them bond over their babies while my arms lay empty. I was happy for them, ecstatic that she was alive, yet my loss was too fresh to jump on board with

gushing baby talk.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Damian, who snaps himself out of his thoughts, to look at me.

“Gannon, Abbie, take Tandi to my quarters and help her settle in, please. I need a word with the King and Queen,” Damian says, and Tandi’s head whips to the side to stare at me. Her eyes widen when recognition hits her at what Damian called me.

“Azalea, Queen Azalea. Landeena, I knew I heard that name,” she exclaimed.

“You have heard of the Landeena’s?” I asked her, shocked, because I knew she couldn’t read like us unless she had since learned.

of course,” she says when Kyson huffs behind me. “Everyone has. It is in every history book, love. You and Abbie were the only ones oblivious to who they were, who you are.” he purrs

I can’t read. No, I heard about it at the brothel when hunters come in sometimes. Amazing

she

her lifting his

council, Larkin, introduced me to a couple of them, they creeped me

Larkin,” Kyson

just stole his son,” Damian says behind me. Kyson straightens, and I look at Tandi’s son in her

with the council?” Kyson asks Tandi. She nods her

a few times. Larkin and Crux seem pretty buddy, buddy with them. They hold meetings at the brothel. They all wear patches and call themselves the

from a cup, and they call me diseased since lam rogue, those fuckers sitting around drinking blood as if they think they are bloodsuckers,” she says with a swift shake

a little shocked by her words. Why would the hunter be drinking blood? Tandi nods. “Yep, like clockwork. Every February 1st day of the month is the annual meeting. They talk shit and spout changes within the council. Dawning their stupid insignia’s about how Crux will

Kyson, confused, but I had a feeling they weren’t drinking

been trafficking rogues for

grabbing my hand and leading us back inside toward his office. Even so, as Damian scrambled up the two measly stairs, he hissed, grasping his side,