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.

was the only trait it gave them besides making them resistant to my commands. I couldn’t persuade the

and set out. It was a safety measure put in place for the packs. That the

have so much rein over all packs. I could be a mad King. Order them to k**l themselves, and the

way, there was someone to serve judgment on me for any wrongdoings, and it is also why very few have helped the hunters to eradicate Lycans

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

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

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

before her claws sink

“No!” she growls.

too hot. You’re in f*****g heat; heat can k**l Lycan women if they don’t

Abbie home!” she snarled, trying to roll off me. The scream that left her when her skin left mine made my blood run cold.