His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV

I couldn’t understand my actions, yet I couldn’t let the girl d*e. And the panicked way she begged for her friend, I couldn’t bring myself to deny her anything. I was pretty confident if she asked to bring the entire orphanage, I would have told her yes, though it confused me. I couldn’t explain it. She was a rogue werewolf, nothing Lycan about this girl. However, the thought of letting her d*e made my stomach turn and my heart twist painfully.

Both girls sat like statues in the back of the car. They didn’t utter a word. By the dark-haired girl’s sharp intake of breath, I could see that she appeared to be in pain for some reason. Did I hurt her when I grabbed her? But then I also noticed the other girl kept trying to hold her arms, keeping her from leaning back, but l would hear the girl hiss in pain with every bump.

“Pull over,” I tell my Beta Damon. He pulls the car over, and the cars behind and in front follow suit.

“Gannon, switch places with us,” I tell my Gamma through the mind link. I got out of the car, pulled up along the freeway.

Damon also gets out, looking at me over the car’s roof questionably. He raises his arms, wondering what is going on. Ignoring him before opening the back door and grabbing the girl’s arm. Her entire body trembles and I realize maybe it wasn’t such a good idea pulling over. They probably thought I was about to k**l them and dispose of their bodies.

My judgment was correct when she started begging me. “Please just let us go. We won’t tell anyone. You won’t have to see us again,” she says, trying to get out of my grip.

“Enough, tell your friend to get out,” I tell her, and her eyes fill with tears; she nods before blinking rapidly, fighting her tears and swallowing. She drops her head before holding her hand out to her friend. The other girl slides across the seat before gripping her hand.

tell anyone in the first place

k**l us?” She asks, looking up at me. I watch her for a second until she looks down. I find her questions cute. No one would dare question my

I ask her, and she looks at me before looking at

to grab you, I…I?” She stutters like she wasn’t

me?” I ask her. Her brows pinch together at

am a rogue,” she explains; her answer irritates me. I have never liked being touched, yet her touching me didn’t seem to faze me. In fact, I wanted her to feel her touch with her tiny

has worked, the skin chapped and peeling in places. Placing her

asks, a smile playing on his lips. I felt possessive over her, and I didn’t like him calling her rogue girl. I growl at him, and she

I ask her, grabbing

admit it. I could smell a lie and wanted to punish

about these two girls there. I open the back door and push them inside the vehicle.

her plump lips,

they both say in

names,” I demand; they both look at each