His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Ivy POV

I awoke to whispers reaching my ears, groggily rolling over; I looked toward the King who was standing by the door. Beta Damian’s scent wafted to me, so I knew it was him he was speaking with as I tried to listen. Stretching out, my back cracked as I yawned. That was the best sleep I had had in days, actually waking up and feeling rested. Sitting up, I noticed the King had the jewelry box in his hands, and I tilted my head better to listen to what they were speaking about.

“Find me anything on Azalea, everything you can find,” The King told him, and my brows pinched together, wondering what he wanted with a d**d child’s information. My stomach dropped, wondering what he was trying to dig up. More reasons to hate me?”

“Something isn’t right, and she…-” the King shakes his head. “Something doesn’t add up,” I hear him tell Beta Damian when the King looks over his shoulder at me. Beta Damian takes the box from him.

“I’ll see what I can find out,” Damian tells him, and the King nods before shutting the door. He turns to face me before wandering over to a coffee table and retrieving a tray of food and placing it on my lap. I stared down at the steak and salad before he grabbed his own tray and came to sit by me.

“What was that about?” I asked the King as he took his seat.

“I need him to look into something, eat your lunch,” he says before cutting into his steak, though his steak was bleeding. My mouth salivated hungrily, and my belly rumbled. Though I was a little shocked to learn, it was already the middle of the day. I cut into my steak and popped a piece into my mouth. The hunger instantly died down, no longer wanting to eat as I forced myself to chew and s*****w. The King watched me curiously as I tried not to be rude and spit the meat out onto the plate. Forcing it down was like trying to s*****w an apple whole as it lodged in my throat.

Abbie?” I asked him, and

toward my plate. I scrunched my nose up at it, ever since finding out he was my mate. My taste buds had changed. Stuff I usually like no longer held any appeal to me. Everything changing, yet I still hadn’t shifted. It really irked me that so much changed, and yet it didn’t

wonder why his food smelt different. It was hardly cooked, if you could call it cooked at all, more like seared on either side and practically raw. Yet I opened my mouth and almost moaned at the taste, my

plate with the fork. My brows furrowed as I looked at the plate. Kyson didn’t partially look like he liked my steak

thing after getting through half of it. Forcing another mouthful down,

to cut through another. The King up from

He said; I glared at him. A growl emanated

“Ivy!”

pieces. I can’t eat much more. You

“Three”