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.

you are too blind to see it, then you have no right being her

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

and stop beside her. I growl, and she looks up when I notice her hands. Her fingertips were bleeding, and she was covered in mud, the heat emanating off her skin I could feel even

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 them

Damian snarled

you don’t interfere when I am dealing with her,” I ordered, ignoring

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 hot

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,

the scrubbing brush before

Ivy whispered, and she looked 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 have paid attention to the bond instead of my anger, though that was

l looked at the graves before looking back at her. I swallowed

Ivy was not that 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,

down beside her, I grab her hands,

made me, can’t you see?” Tears

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255