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.

just go, and you won’t have to k**l us, we won’t tell anyone,” though what they would tell anyone in the first

watch her for a second until she looks down. I find her questions cute. No one would dare question my intentions, yet she

a reason to k**l you?” I ask her, and she

sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you, I…I?” She

allowed to touch me?” I ask her.

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 hands. I grip

hard she has worked, the skin chapped and peeling in places. Placing her hand on my chest, my skin tingles delightfully, and I feel my chest vibrate, a purr escaping me that I quickly muffle before she realizes. Having heard it, Damon clears his throat, and I have no

isn’t something going on with you and the rogue girl?” He 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 jerks her hand away, stepping back closer to her friend when she hisses, her back arching as

you hurt?” I ask her, grabbing her

I could smell a lie and wanted

I open the back

I ask my raven-haired beauty. She chews her plump lips, and I find my gaze settles on them while she fidgets

Sir” they both

demand; they both look