His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Azalea POV

My body ached as I rolled onto my back. My memory was grainy, so I was a little confused because l thought I was in heat? Although I felt perfectly fine now and well-rested, there were no signs of a temperature. However, rolling over, I find the bed empty, making me get up.

Glancing around the room, I couldn’t see Kyson anywhere. Walking to the closet, I retrieved some clothes, a pair of jeans, and a blue shirt. The options are limited, from me shredding clothes all the time. Mostly Kyson’s, but I know he kept clothes in his office. The thought makes me chuckle, knowing he was keeping clothes there for safekeeping and away from my claws. His clothes weren’t safe here, especially with me nesting on and off. Such a bizarre thing to do.

I meander around the room, trying to wake up before hunting down Kyson when I notice my tablet. Picking it up, I glance at the time before seeing Kyson’s phone on the bedside table. My brows pinch. Wasn’t Abbie supposed to call back last night, or was it still the same day? My sense of time had been blurring. My days and nights formed into one never-ending one and losing track of time was becoming a regular occurrence.

Picking up his phone, I unlocked it, but he had no notifications on it or messages, not that I could read those anyway without typing them into my tablet. I toss the phone on the bed and head for the bathroom with a shake of my head. I shower quickly, eager to see Kyson so I can try to convince him to take me to visit Abbie.

When I got out of the shower, I towel dried my hair, not wanting to use the hairdryer because my hearing was super sensitive right now; I could even hear the lights’ flickering buzz and the ruffle of the c******s as the breeze moved through them. Everything was extremely heightened, more so than usual.

Slipping on some flats, I open the door and step into the corridor to see Dustin yawning and leaning against the wall.

“You look tired,” I chuckle, and his eyes fly open, and he straightens up. “Morning, my Que-,” I raise an eyebrow at him.

It was stupid. He tried to be so formal when he literally followed me around like a shadow, so him calling me

the King is?” I

her,” Trey says, and Dustin looks at him.

here?” Dustin questions. “You’re

said to relieve you, I am fine working. You have covered my shift three times now?” Trey says with a shrug, and I look at Dustin. Has Dustin worked three shifts straight? That

and waves him off. “I am fine.

bad, taking in his appearance; he indeed looked

I wouldn’t advise going down there; he is in a mood,” Dustin says. Since when

Damian is back?” I ask Trey, and

his arm as I pass him. Dustin grips

dismissed, Trey. You’re

“But-“

her personal guard, and I dismissed you. Now go!” Dustin snaps at him. Trey growls and shakes his head. “Trying to help, geez,” he

glared after Trey. “Hey, what’s got into you?” Dustin shakes his head and drapes his arm