His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 72

Kyson POV

Clarice lied to me; she knew where lvy was, but she did not check in like she was supposed to, which infuriated me.

“Where is she?” I snapped at her, and she took a step back from me.

“Outside helping Peter,” Clarice told me.

“I will deal with you when I get back,” I said, turning toward my guards.

“F*****g find her,” I ordered them, and they took off.

“She isn’t doing anything wrong, my King; she is only helping clean the graves,” Clarice said in Ivy’s defense. Hearing that only infuriates me further.

“You let the daughter of their k****r, clean their graves, the disrespect, Clarice, f*****g think,” I roared at her, and she narrowed her eyes at me before pointing an accusing finger at me.

me like that. That girl is not her mother, and if you are too blind to see it, then you have no right

b****y idiot. That girl has suffered enough. Stop punishing her for the crimes of her mother. She didn’t k**l Claire,” I growled at the mention of my sister’s name, and I felt the urge to shift rush through every cell in my body, making my skin vibrate. Turning on my heel, I walked out before l hurt the woman. She was right about helping raise me. Clarice was more my mother than my real one. She did most of the

them, I growl when I don’t see them grabbing her. Searching the rows, I find her at the last one and stop beside her. I growl, and she looks up when I notice her hands. Her fingertips

from me before turning back to the grave. Grabbing the scrubbing brush back, I tossed it in the bucket.

snarled through the

interfere when I am dealing with

gripping her arms. She turned to d**d weight in my hands, so I shook her, her skin so hot it was making me angrier seeing how sunburnt

at her. Trying to drag her toward the castle, but she started thrashing and managed to yank out of my grip. “Ivy!” I snapped at her disobedience, reaching for her, about to toss her over my shoulder. Gannon and Damian moved closer,

ordered as she grabbed the scrubbing brush before she frantically started scrubbing. She hiccupped a cry, making me look

her skin like blood staining her hands. However, her following words made me realize something was wrong;

k****d them. How could she love me and k**l them?” Ivy cried and l looked at the graves before looking back at her. I swallowed down the emotion that tried to choke me upon seeing her frantically scrub the skin off her fingers as she tried to clean the tombstone. Clarice’s words came to

how to help her. Looking at her

hands,

am. She made me, can’t you see?” Tears burned my eyes at seeing her

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