His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 37

Kyson POV

Her presence could be felt in every part of the room, which was the only thing keeping me sane right now. Ivy’s scent perfumed the room and calmed my nerves. Tomorrow was my sister’s m****r anniversary, so I was on edge. Ivy was unaware that I was watching her.

No matter how much I tried to pry my eyes from her sleeping form tangled in the sheets, I always found my eyes going back to her or would find myself standing over her. My senses are all over the place with her. The desire to mark her grew stronger with the bond as it forged.

I could tell Ivy was just as affected, the way her arousal would fill my nostrils, her instincts pulling her closer while they waged war with her mind telling her to stay away.

I must admit, that is one thing I love about she-wolves. Their ability to become lost to their base instincts makes them compliant. Although I didn’t want that from Ivy, I wanted her to challenge, maybe because she is the only one that could get away with it.

However, looking at her, I doubt she ever would. Lycans were worse, and sometimes I forget she is an ordinary werewolf, that I have to be gentle. She isn’t durable as one. Despite how much she sometimes reminded me of a Lycan, I needed to remember she wasn’t. I wondered briefly what her wolf would be like, what color fur she would have. She had the most abnormal eyes of werewolves. Every time I looked at her, I got this bizarre feeling something was off about her.

Her deep, cerulean blue eyes reminded me of someone. I couldn’t figure out why. Even a few guards and Damian had commented on how odd her eye coloring was.

We would find out soon enough. Maybe her father was human. That would explain why I couldn’t sense her wolf’s side. Perhaps she didn’t have one. No, that can’t be it, because she can growl and purr. I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt the mind-link open up.

“You awake, my King,” Gannon asked. I stared at my glass of whiskey in my hand before downing out. “You know I am, or you wouldn’t be asking,” I replied as I got out of the bed and wandered over to the bar. I pour another glass, and the door to my room opens.

Damian and Gannon step in, averting their gazes away from Ivy and looking at me. Damian walks over to the armchair and takes a seat while Gannon wanders toward her on the bed. I raised an eyebrow at him, but he only tossed the throw rug over her back to cover her before taking a seat across from Damian. I hand them both a glass before retrieving my own.

“What is it?”

thought you were going to heal her,” Gannon asked, looking

were no longer gaping wounds across her back. I hated seeing the angry

that stop you?” he

do it while she is awake. She needs to know not to fear me in that form.” Gannon nods, turning

why the middle of the

“Couldn’t sleep,” Damian answers.

either,” I told

of those have you had?” he asked,

with worry, a

sure that is wise

worried about you hurting her, my King. I’m worried about you spooking

fine,” I answered while moving across the room to sit on

see me for

the men are antsy. This place is unfamiliar and too hard to keep watch

their heads, looking at Ivy on the

ability to keep her safe?”

king’s and future queen’s safety in this hotel, too many people and too many hiding spots, and with anniversary tomorrow,

“The driver?”

“Also ready to go.”

a little after 2 AM. My head turned back to

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