His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

“Sleep on the bed if you want. I promise I will remain here,” I tell him. Dustin shakes his head. Instead, follows me toward the couch. I retrieve my tablet and open it up and book before deciding to do something educational. Dustin stood there watching me, and l raised an eyebrow at him.

“You are supposed to be sleeping,” I tell him, patting the couch. He purses his lips.

‘Don’t make me try to order you. It will probably just embarrass me when I can’t,” I chuckle, and his lips tug in the corners, but he reluctantly sits, and I chuck the throw blanket over him.

“Now, sleep,” I tell him.

“Yes, boss,” he laughed, closing his eyes. It didn’t take him long before he fell asleep, and after an hour, he fell sideways into me, his head resting in my lap while I was trying to work out how to do the strange letter in the book. It had a dash above it, but I couldn’t figure it out on the tablet. Giving up, I move to the following sentence when Damian comes in, and I hold a finger to my lips, pointing to Dustin asleep.

“He should be on guard,” Damian growls, and I growl back at him.

“Thirty-six hours he has been rostered on for,” I snap at him, and he seems taken aback.

“No, Trey is his relief,” Damian says, looking at Dustin.

“Trey was here earlier. Dustin didn’t trust him and sent him off.” Damian seemed confused but sighed.

“Fine, I will speak with Dustin when he wakes; I brought your lunch up,” Damian says, passing me a plate. I sit my plate on the arm of the armchair.

“The King?”

his black shirt, which

me to see-” Damian holds up

you are going to ask. The answer is no, l have to go with the King to check out something.

King said he would take you on the

when I know

King said

becoming angry. Why won’t they

Queen, I don’t know what

I growl, glaring at the

me those d**n reasons? I just want to see her, that’s it. If she is fine, I will apologize for wasting his

my plate on the coffee table before carefully slipping out

“Azalea?”

others here who can,” I tell him before stomping off out of the room. Excuses

That he was in a mood! I roll my eyes and pull my arm from his grip when

to find Kyson by the window. Whiskey in his hand. He looks at me and smiles, his

“Everything okay?” Kyson asks.

I was trying to take Azalea back to her room,” Damian says, grabbing my arm, and Kyson snarls ferociously, making him let go. He

Damian. Kyson turns his attention to me before waving me

from him, placing it on the lamp table beside him just as Kyson grabbed me, hauling me onto his lap. He buries his face in