His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 19

Waking up, I look up at the ceiling only to see the bed canopy and not my dim light. Blinking, I was vaguely aware of people talking when something beside me moved. I quickly looked around, seeing Beta Damian at the end of the bed and Gannon. Turning my head, I found the King sitting beside me, and I was in his bed.

“Sleeping beauty awakes,” Beta Damian says. I jerked upright, only for a hand to land on my shoulder and push me back down. My back protesting at laying on it.

“Lay back down. I gave you quite the scare. I didn’t mean to, but you will stay in here tonight,” The King says, and I shake my head, trying to get back up.

“You stay with me tonight,” He repeats, and I look to his Beta and Gamma, and they said nothing in my defense. Are they really going to leave me in here with him? He was a beast a few seconds ago. What about what Clarice said?

“I’m sorry to get you all out of bed. Leave the rest. I will have it fixed tomorrow,” King Kyson tells them.

“You sure you can handle the mess?” His Beta asks.

d*e for sure. The door clicks shut softly. My breathing picked up again. Despite the room’s vast size, I suddenly felt claustrophobic and caged in like a mouse

to lose control like

He says, and I was already very aware of the fact that they just left alone and trapped in here with a man that just looked more like a

fight the command as it washed over me like a tidal wave of pure Alpha Dominance. His blankets are soft under my hands, but my back is screaming in protest, and I can’t help the

answer me?” He says, leaning

back, please, I can’t lay on it,” I

forgot, you may roll on your side,” He says, turning me to face

now, don’t be frightened,” He says, grabbing my hand and placing it on his chest and holding it there. All I could do was blink at the

heard of strange fetishes mentioned by the adults at the orphanage. One of the gardeners Abbie and I once overheard speaking to Mrs. Daley about having a Rogue fetish, that he liked being a puppet master. He said he hoped that we would be auctioned

back then. We were only 12, and it wasn’t until we grew older that we learned what he truly meant by those words and the intentions behind them. She would

don’t want you scared of me. And just for

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