His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV

Pulling into the sleepy pack community, I was already annoyed. We hadn’t even been here five minutes. Damon, my Beta, was driving, and I looked over at him as we pulled up. I open the mind link to my men in the other cars. I purposefully masked my aura and my scent, but I knew that wouldn’t be enough if I wanted to keep my identity a secret.

I didn’t want them alerted to who I was. They knew I was meant to be arriving, but I wanted to know what was truly going on, and picking up on who I am would make them be on their best behavior. I have been watching this pack closely for the last few years since Alpha Brock handed down his title to his son, Dean.

I didn’t like him and wanted to truly see how he runs things in this small sleepy village.

“Keep your Aura’s up to mask mine,” I tell my men before hearing a chorus of “Yes, my king” come through the link.

“You really don’t like this, Alpha, do you? You are going to extremes to mask who you are,” Damon states. He was right, but I had suspicions the new Alpha had been k*****g off rogue children. Reports from neighboring towns had said they kept turning up their bodies in the surrounding forests. There is strict laws prohibiting their deaths until proven guilty or until they turn of age. It was unacceptable, and we needed to put a stop to it before more children were harmed. Rogue or not, they are still kids. It disgusted me how they could k**l off children, which is exactly why the law was brought in to stop the pointless deaths of innocents.

“Just be alert,” I tell him as we pull up out the front of a run-down orphanage; I thought it odd that only two rogue girls were listed in the orphanage. The numbers should be higher, which alerted me to the change in titles in the first place. The previous Alpha did everything by the book, but I had heard rumors the new Alpha was terrible in most aspects of running a Pack. The pack had taken a slow decline, putting their pack into debts the kingdom had been digging them out of to stop the human communities from looking too deeply into the town that resided here. Looking out the window, I see children playing and lots of them as they skipped and ran around. The small brick fence around the building had missing bricks, and the building itself looked so run down and decrepit looking, making me wonder what they did with all the donations. I look around and get out of the car, and my Beta comes over. Looking up at the brown bricked building.

“Place looks like a dump,” He comments, and I have to agree, this was no place for children. Even the play equipment was so weathered that I was surprised to find it supporting the children’s weight playing on it.

I noticed two girls come out of the building. They were definitely the oldest out of them when I caught a whiff of theirs scents telling me they were the two rogue girls that resided here, they would both be coming of age soon and learn their fates, yet something nagged at me as I watched them be greeted and jumped all over by the children. The children clearly loved the two girls, hanging off them and trying to get their attention.

A woman looking somewhat frazzled, rushed out, we were early, but that was the plan. We wanted them to be unprepared, and by the look on her face, she wasn’t expecting us to be two hours early.

The woman rushes over, introducing herself as Mrs. Daley, the headmistress for the dilapidated place. “You must be” She looks around, confused at all my men before her eyes fall on my Beta hesitantly. His aura masked mine, making me appear to be a soldier like the rest of the men. I fought the urge to blast her with mine, to make her step away.

I can’t stand women who were only looking for the next opportunity. It was clear this old hag was trying to impress someone, her makeup over the top, and she had a ridiculous amount of pheromones sprayed on her. I never understood why she-wolves thought they needed to spray themselves in that c**p. To me, it smelt as bad as cat p**s. Lycans could easily smell the difference, werewolves may find it appealing, but Lycans found the fake stench revolting. She looked like mutton dressed up as lamb. My lips pull back over my teeth in disgust before I forcefully make myself calm my revulsion of her down.

was coming?” she purred, a little disappointed; I have to mask my repugnance at how desperate she sounded, her eyes roaming over my men hungrily before falling

instead,” Damon tells her. The wind shifts again, and I feel a growl seep its way to my throat before I quickly suppress it, looking around for the smell. I could smell the rogue girl when my eyes snapped to the other girl. She had

girl piqued my interest; I just couldn’t put my finger on it, something stirring within me and awakening urges hadn’t felt before.

myself. Werewolves usually had amber or brown eyes, sometimes green, rarely blue. She bows her head in respect to us. When I

she drew near, it diminished more; my own body’s reaction to her shocked me. On some deeper level, it was like my subconscious was making sure not to scare her. Her eyes dart nervously to the woman off to the side of me. What I wanted to know was why she feared this vile woman. Did she hurt my girl? I shake my head at my sudden possessiveness; she

line. “Yes, Sir, they are

you around the facility,” She says. Facility? The

asks through the link; when I realize, I hadn’t moved, and am still staring after the two girls who huddled close together while they walked. I force myself

he turns around quietly, walking after them. Gannon, my third in command, takes his place beside

different activities the kids appear to enjoy and some other rubbish. Yet the girl I couldn’t seem to drag my mind away from her, which

that were here, what is the

need not mind about them. I don’t think they will be around much longer” The woman looks at me over

sorry, I didn’t get your name,” She

lips tug up in the corners at

trouble, been here eight years and a

I ask her, following her upstairs to the bedrooms, peering in

How does she not know their names? She blushes before

was up with me, yet I couldn’t even explain it myself.

their names,” She says, wandering off, and Gannon follows after her into an office. I was about to ask but was

here for eight years, and you don’t know their

worth knowing,” She states, pulling out some papers; the longer it took, I realized she