His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Ivy POV

I had spent most of the day asleep, waking in the late afternoon. Somehow waking to feel more tired despite spending most of the day sleeping. Unusually exhausted, it was an actual struggle for me to keep my eyes open as I chucked on the first things my hands landed on. Not caring what I looked like, my hair looked like a haystack when I looked in the mirror.

Who would have thought shifting would be so exhausting? I hoped it wasn’t like this every time I shifted. Grabbing Kyson’s phone, I tried to ring Abbie, but she didn’t answer. Chucking the phone on the bed, I pulled my hair into a messy bun, deciding to look for Kyson. Stepping out of the room, Dustin was waiting by the door.

“Morning,” I tell him. Dustin laughs.

“You mean afternoon, my Queen.” My brows furrow as I look to the window to see the sun casting the sky in colorful hues. I sigh.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Only a few hours, I heard you up earlier with the…” Dustin suddenly looks straight ahead, looking somewhat awkward, and my face flames as my brain registered why he suddenly became awkward.

“Wait, you were outside the…” I looked back at the door.

“I hear nothing, my Queen,”

“Well, clearly you heard something,” I tell him, looking at his blushing cheeks. I don’t know who was more embarrassed him or me. I was mortified. Clearing my throat, my eyes go to the end of the long corridor. “Have you seen the King?”

“He is in his office, my Queen,”

“Ah, enough with the Queen stuff. I think we are past the formality with what you overheard, more on a personal level, don’t you think?” Dustin chuckles.

“I heard nothing,” Dustin says, his lips hooking up in the corners as he stared straight ahead, trying not to laugh. I shake my head and click my tongue. “Come on then, let’s find this King of mine,” I tell him before stalking off down the hall. Dustin rushes ahead, opening doors, which annoyed me. It then became a race to beat the other to the door; it was annoying having everyone do everything for me. Finally beating him to the next one, I to sit open and smack into the King’s chest. The air expelled from my lungs. It was like running into a brick wall. I stumble back, and Dustin grips my arm to steady me. I clutch my head, and Dustin lets me go, placing his hand behind his back and standing straighter.

“And where are you off to in such a hurry?” the King asks, staring down at me. He had an amused smile on his face as he stared at the pair of us. I rub my forehead where I run headfirst into my mate like a d**n bulldozer.

looking for

laughs, and I slap his chest, forgetting how much stronger and quicker I am now that I had shifted, resulting in me hurting my own hand. Kyson shakes his head, draping his arm over my shoulder and tugging me against him, walking me back the way we came and toward the stairs leading back up to our quarters. As we crossed the foyer,

are, my Queen; I left your afternoon

called out to the King from down the corridor, and we stopped. Kyson leans down, pressing his lips to

off after the King. Dustin

to tell

Dustin says, and I bite the inside of my lip, looking at the King’s office

if it was about the missing women, I walked toward his office only to hear arguing. Dustin grips my hand and tries to steer me off back toward the stairs while I stare over

King doesn’t want you in there

Escaping Dustin, I shove the door open to find the King shifted, and he had Gannon pinned on the desk,

told me he was drunk. He growls, trying to get up but stumbling, and Damian goes to get between them when Kyson glares at him, and Damian back away with his

sense soon and come back, stop

s**t, and you

hands are tied, you know this,” Kyson says,

King. You can make him

wonder what Ivy would say to that. Would you give her the same excuse?” Gannon sneered at

I knew what?” I asked. Stepping through the gap in the door where the

back to our room, Love.” Kyson says before glaring at

I want to know what’s going on and why you are all fighting,”

furious growl tearing out of him, but the look on Gannon’s face shows he didn’t care what the King would

and keep her out!” Kyson snarled, and Dustin grabbed my arm, trying to pull me

her the night before, and she seemed fine. Turning to face him, Dusting tried to yank me out, but I shoved him off, feeling terrible when he smacked into the wall. I turn to Kyson, wanting to

“Ivy out!”

I asked. My

to be!” Kyson says. My brows pinch together,