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?”

Damian says. He straightened his black shirt, which had

Damian holds up a hand,

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

take you on the weekend. He

I know

King said she

was an act!” I growl, becoming angry. Why

Queen, I don’t know what

I

and growls. If he has reasons, why not tell me those d**n reasons? I just want to see her, that’s it. If she is fine, I will

table before carefully slipping out

“Azalea?”

can,” I tell him before stomping off

a mood! I roll my eyes and pull my arm from his grip when he tries to stop

looks at me and smiles, his eyes going over my shoulder as Damian steps

“Everything okay?” Kyson asks.

him let go. He shakes his head, and his eyes flicker. Damian backs away from me with his hands up.

who was glaring at Damian. Kyson turns his attention to me before waving me over and dismissing Damian. He glared

armchair, flopping heavily into it, his whiskey sloshing over the sides of his glass. I take it from him, placing it on the lamp table beside him just as Kyson grabbed me, hauling me onto his lap. He buries