His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV

Azalea could be d**n stubborn. I could feel her agony; the rippling pain rushes through the bond, making mine ten times worse. My skin against hers eased it a little but not much, and the longer she denied us both, the crankier I was becoming.

Each wave of her heat made my muscles tense, and l had to grit my teeth to stop sinking my canines into her and forcing her to submit. She wanted Abbie returned here. However, Abbie looked fine, excitable, and her usual self.

Being King, if I broke the rules, the consequences were far worse for me. There were things Azalea didn’t understand, like the pact I was under as ruling King. She thinks it is as simple as commanding them. It isn’t when I am obligated to give the five founding council members my blood every year, making them immune to my commands.

Lycan blood was one thing, but a King’s blood. I couldn’t command them if I wanted to. Azalea has had dribs and drabs of my blood when biting me, and those times if she had noticed I was struggling to hold rein over her, each time she grew stronger when she bit me, but the Council, they have been drinking my blood for years making them un-commanding. I hated it, but it was necessary. What was law if the one creating them didn’t uphold those very laws? It is what made me a fair King.

Meaning everything had to be agreed upon somewhat. Sure, I could probably command them if they had only a few drops, but the council members were immortal.

They had been advising alongside me for centuries because they had been drinking immortal blood for centuries.

It was the only trait it gave them besides making them resistant to

measure put in place for the packs. That the five elected council members would have a

helping the hunters in the first place. They thought it unfair that someone should have so much rein over all packs. I could be a mad King. Order them

it is also why very few have helped the hunters to eradicate Lycans now. Not long after my sister

for someone of my status against the werewolf communities were far greater than that of an ordinary wolf. They would come for me, so until Abbie said to come to get her, I had my hands tied, and unfortunately,

when she meets the Council. Until then, I would just have to put

rushes over her, her body tensed, and sweat beads on my skin where she lay on top of me, the heat emanating from her growing hotter with each wave. She was boiling herself from the inside out. Her teeth sank into my chest, her claws raking down my sides as she squirmed, her b**e p***y rubbing along my throbbing length made me groan. My blood boils hotter, and I grip her hips, rubbing her against

moans before her claws sink into my

“No!” she growls.

heat; heat can k**l Lycan women if

snarled, trying to roll off me. The scream that left her when her skin left mine made my