His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 56

Kyson POV

The carpet had been paced so many times by my feet I was wearing it down. My fingers throbbed and ached, and I growled. My entire being vibrated with the urge to track her down, knowing she was just on the other side of the castle and the cause of my pain. It had been two days since I last laid eyes on her, and the bond was dulling.

I wanted it gone, busying myself with work, but it was near impossible when my f*****g hand wouldn’t stop throbbing. Annoyed, I growled, reaching for the bottle, my vice, when I felt like I was losing what control I had. We should be investigating the recent deaths, but the bridge remained closed. So relief flooded me when Gannon stepped into the room to report it was now open. I needed to get out of this place and away from Damian. He had been incessantly annoying me to go see her.

“Bridge has reopened, my King,” I nod, pouring some whiskey into my glass before downing it. “Get the cars ready; we are leaving,” I told him without looking over at him as I poured another drink.

“Yes, my King, but Ivy,” he started to say.

“Do not speak her name,” I bellowed, tossing m glass across the room. It exploded, smashing against the brickwork around the fireplace, the glass shattering everywhere. Gannon was unflinching in my anger used to it. However, I was on the verge of exploding. He would run then; they all did.

“As I was saying, she has not left the closet in two days. No one can get into her room or near her, not even Abbie. She hasn’t eaten, and her fretting is getting worse.” Gannon said, ignoring me.

“Not my problem. I let her back into the castle. Tell Damian to deal with her.” I snapped, annoyed at their worry for her. She was a traitor’s daughter.

“My King, your Queen,”

“She is not your Queen; she never will be,” I snarled. Gannon growled before turning and walking out. My shoulders sagged as he left, and I clenched my hand, my fingers aching before opening the mind-link.

drive

Beta Damian

with me, send a maid in to clean up the glass

placing it over his arm. Clarice and Abbie were excitedly talking about something, and Abbie was glowing vibrantly and nearly bouncing on the spot. The groceries in her arms

glaring angrily at the wall, and I would have to ask him later what he was so angry about in such a brief span

Eager to put a stop to those k*****g all these rogue children and their families. Gannon followed me silently; his anger I could feel brewing behind me only made the throbbing in my hand worse. Bringing the pulse in my hand back to the forefront

duffle bag, obviously having escaped the gushing Abbie. “For f**k’s sake, can someone send a doctor to

My anger diffused, and my burning hatred dissolved as my Lycan side settled. It was becoming too much. Gannon’s mood also changed, and Clarice

can get close to her. We have tried, my King,” Clarice murmured. Her voice trembled, and l glanced at

feel it? Days I had been complaining and asking them to tend to her. With a snarl, I turned and stalked off toward my old chambers when Gannon’s

your place, Gannon,” I warned

his jaw. The man was tempting my rage to come forth again. They all

they were no match but would d*e trying, and for her, their rogue f*****g Queen I haven’t even marked. Complete idiocy on my part, making them swear to that pact it would override me every d**n time, but they would never be a match for the beast that lived in me. No one was a match for the Lycan King. They knew it too, but I knew they would

kept walking, his hand falling from my shoulder

“My King,” Gannon called.

before turning in the opposite

long strides as I hunted her down before approaching the double doors leading into the room. I

instantly. They may have the pact to uphold, but they couldn’t fight a

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