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.

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 at me. This old woman was putting her foot

to shift rush through every cell in my body, making my skin vibrate. Turning on my heel,

grabbing her. Searching the rows, I find her at the last one and stop beside her. I growl, and she looks

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

Damian snarled

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

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 it was making me angrier seeing how sunburnt

of my grip. “Ivy!” I snapped at her disobedience, reaching for her, about to

hurting her, now step back,” I ordered as she grabbed the scrubbing brush

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

and she 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

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

grab her hands, dropping the

can’t you see?” Tears burned my eyes at seeing her so distraught and

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