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.

is not her mother, and if you are too blind to see it, then you have no right being her mate,” she snarled at me. My fist smacked down on the bench, and she jumped before glaring

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 raising since mum was always busy being Queen, but that didn’t mean

one and stop beside her. I growl, and she looks up when I notice her hands. Her

back from me before turning back to the grave. Grabbing the scrubbing brush back, I tossed it in the bucket. The water splashed against her, and I noticed a few of the guard’s step closer and I glared at them, making

snarled through

interfere when I am

is now in trouble for covering for you. Why are you out here? You disobeyed me,” I snapped at her before bending down and gripping her arms. She turned to d**d weight in my hands, so I shook her, her skin so

skin is blistered,” I growled 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

she grabbed the scrubbing brush before she frantically started scrubbing. She hiccupped a cry,

up at me. Her eyes were raw red, her eyes whites now bloodshot, and her tear marks etched into her skin like blood staining her hands. However, her following words made me realize something was wrong; I should

and k**l them?” Ivy cried and l looked at the graves before looking back at her. I swallowed down the emotion that tried

sort of monster, and the guilt on her face was proof of that. I didn’t know how to help her. Looking at her like this, I could see the error I made. Ivy was as much a victim

her hands,

me, can’t you see?” Tears burned

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