His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV

Ivy was driving me up the wall; I couldn’t even kick the d**n door down because I didn’t know if she was directly behind it or not. All night I waited, and d**n did she test my patience as I swallowed down the amber liquid, letting it scorch the back of my throat while I glared at the door.

Moving off the bed and away from my stare off with the closet door separating me from her. I meandered toward the small bar area in the corner, growling and muttering under my breath as l poured the last remnants from the bottle into my glass.

Her discomfort was beginning to make me nervous, her scent growing stronger as it permeated from under the door. Grabbing my glass, I moved back toward the bed, pausing for a second by the bookshelf. My eyes moved over the shelf before spotting the book we were reading before everything turned to s**t. Moving the small jewelry box off the shelf, I accidentally dropped it, the lid cracking open, and the music started playing. Bending down, I scooped the small box off the ground when I noticed an engraving on the side of it. The inscription was only small in the back corner of the small box.

Azalea. I. Landenna.

12.3.2004

Love Mum & Dad.

My brows furrowed, and I glanced over at the door. Ivy and Azalea shared the same birthday. Shaking my head, I place the box before looking back at the door and grabbing the book off the shelf before moving to sit by the door. I opened it up to where the ribbon lay between the pages before reading aloud. Her growls and snarls quietened, and after about 5 minutes, I heard her move within the confines of her closet.

I knew she was cozy, yet I could also sense her discomfort at being there. It was a weird sensation to feel from her. Almost as if it was her safe place but also a place that tormented her. Her emotions fluctuated between peace and panic, and I knew she was claustrophobic. Had witnessed her distress not only through the bond when she nested last time but also seen it for myself. Yet as much as she hated the closet. It was almost as if she was scared of the outside world past the door.

All noises stopped inside the closet, and I could hear her heart pounding as she drew nearer to listen to the words I spoke. My purr reverberated around the room, echoing off the walls as I called her to come to me. Her anger and fear amplified as she fought a war within herself. Fighting against my calling for her, I toned it down a little, giving her the choice to fight it or answer it, yet still encouraging her to come to me. However, reading simultaneously was also a little tricky trying to maintain both tasks. Coughing, I took a sip of my drink before resting my head back against the wall.

“If you come out, I will read to you,” I told her. She didn’t answer straight away. When she did, it wasn’t the answer I was hoping for.

will use the bond against

are my bond Ivy,” I tell her, turning my head to look at the door handle. I twisted it, but she

the bond?” I asked her, wondering how she could fight so hard against it, refuse me when I was hers as much

she said, and the sadness through the

I am trying to fix it,” I replied, closing my eyes as I

yours

said I am trying to fix it,” I

if I don’t want you

Ivy, I won’t let you go again,” I told her, becoming annoyed that she dared challenge our bond. I didn’t understand what she wanted. She wanted

I do something you don’t like, then you will cast me aside because you can, and there is nothing I can

whispered so softly I nearly missed

didn’t know it was there,” I snapped at her; I b****y healed it,

about my hand, Kyson. I know you didn’t do that on purpose.” I growled, annoyed, shaking

end. They hurt, but they also mend when the skin closes over. After you’re left with a scar, a distant memory of what was once painful. Yet that hurt ends,” she pauses, and I pick up

humiliating it is to allow yourself to trust someone, only for them to throw it in your face?” I paused, wondering what she was on about

to make me guess?” I asked her, gripping the door handle; the metal creased as my grip tightened around

Mrs. Daley taught me to know my place, and you made me believe I could find that with you. That I was free to choose that place. Freedom. My version of freedom for years was d***h. I was ready to d*e on that podium that day, be set free. Convinced it would be better than the life handed to us. Then you showed me another sort of freedom,” I paused, letting go of the door handle. My fingers creased into the

lives back, for a while anyway. Then just as quickly as you gave it to me, you took it away. The ultimate puppet master with a g*d complex I can’t compete against. You took it, and I wished for freedom again. I wished you left me to d*e that day; it would have been the more humane thing to do than give me hope

send me back to