His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

IVY POV

I left Kyson in the bathroom; I felt terrible for scratching him and hoped it healed quickly. Walking back into the room, I closed the bathroom door behind me. Making my way back to the bed, I snatched the phone from where I left it earlier and tried to call Abbie again, but something was wrong with his phone because it wouldn’t even ring, just beeped in my ear before hanging up.

My anxiety about not knowing what was going on with her made me itch. A nervous reaction I have always had that drives me insane. Trying again, it was the same thing. My eyes moved to the bathroom, wanting to ask him to fix his phone so, but also not wanting to argue with him again, so instead I walked to the door before growling as I opened it and realized I could walk past the d**n threshold. I growled angrily at his command and my inability to fight it. Dustin, noticing me, walked over to me.

“Something is wrong with it. Can you fix it? I want to ring Abbie,” I tell him, and he takes the phone from my hand. He fiddles with it and then tries to ring her, but the same thing.

“Her phone is off. It isn’t the King’s phone, but Abbie’s,” Dustin says, and my brows furrow worriedly.

“Try her again,” I tell him, but it was the same result.

“I’m sorry, my Queen, but her phone is definitely off,” Dustin tells me. Why was it off? Nodding, I took the phone from him before closing the door; nausea rolled over me, and I didn’t know if I wanted to throw up or throw something. My instincts were all over the place, fear, anger at Kyson, anxiousness, all of it bubbling up and beginning to spill over, and before I even registered what I had done, I through the phone, my hands clenching into fists and fur started growing up my arms. I tried to stop it, tried to regain control.

Kyson opened the bathroom door at the same time l tossed the phone at it, his reflexes so much quicker and more controlled than mine, as he snatched it from the air before it smashed into the bathroom door. He looked at the phone, and I noticed his face healed now but surprisingly left faint scarring down his face. Kyson growls before pocketing it while I am trying not to shift.

stop it. “You need to calm down,” Kyson says. That was easy for him to say, another thing entirely to actually do, especially when it came to Abbie. I

stretching and growing longer. It was so odd hearing him use another name for me, but I preferred the name. Ivy

heat of his body pressed against my back. My claws sliced through the wood, and I felt my canines elongate painfully. The stretching and

against him. I growl and nod. “Please,” I grit out through clenched teeth, knowing I would be stuck in my Lycan form without his help until my body shifted back on its own. So long allow it and melt against him when he purrs, the calling washing over me, making goosebumps rise on my flesh, and everything nerve endings buzzed, wanting to rub myself all over him. The urge to

Abbie back. We just have to be patient,” Kyson

told me,” I snapped before purring anger and lust mingling and blurring the lines between both emotions,

worry about something you can’t control?” Kyson

the King. You can order him to

I may be King Azalea, but we live by the law, and the werewolf council members would look for any reason to take down a Lycan Royal. I can’t break the laws which I created. She needs to leave

“But is she safe?”

the other day,” Kyson answers with a

arm tightening around my

a wife and kids that Abbie doesn’t know about, also a few girlfriends on the side,” Kyson

snarled, turning