His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV

I had n idea what came over me; I almost attacked her. Her heat is still intense despite her no longer suffering its effects. I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I would have bent her over my desk if she didn’t leave. It took twenty minutes before I calmed enough to shift back. I snatch the bottle of whiskey off the lamp table and swig from it.

“You b****y idiot, are you trying to get yourself k****d!” I snap at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought you had control, or I wouldn’t have grabbed her,” I click my tongue and curse, shaking my head before tipping the bottle to my lips.

“Just let me explain to her,” Damian says and I shake my head. “No, I want her to give herself to me when she wants to, not because she feels forced because my life is at risk,” I tell him.

“Kyson?”

“The injection only lasts two days. We have some leeway. Azalea will change her mind,” I tell him, not so sure she would.

“And if she doesn’t?” I bite the inside of my lip.

“She will,”

“If she doesn’t, I tell her,” he snarls, and I growl at him.

“You d*e, then what? You let her live with that guilt. No one can protect her the way you do, Kyson. Think it through.”

“I don’t want her to feel obligated,” I tell him.

“I won’t let you d*e, and neither will she!” he snaps. Damian tosses me some pants and a shirt, realizing l was still naked. I take them, slipping them on and doing up the buttons. “We should leave. I want to get back before tomorrow,”

“We shouldn’t go, not while you’re like this,”

off the desk and stuffing it into my pocket.

washing over me, and the room tilted and slanted, making me stumble. My hand goes out, catching myself

me to hurt my mate. When Damian grips my upper

his hand off. “I’m fine, we will be gone only 12 hours max, plenty of time, and by the time we get back, the

says nothing as long

on his way back. He should be here before we get back.”

Azalea POV

door. I looked toward it before hearing the handle twist, but not

as I got to my feet and walked over to the door. I twisted the lock and cracked it

doesn’t trust anyone to bring your food to you, so you will sit with Clarice,” Trey tells me, and I nod, slipping out the door. I followed behind him as he led me toward the kitchens. Once I stepped in, Clarice made some sandwiches and smiled warmly at me before wiping her hands

says, pointing to the jams and spreads, and I nod before grabbing a butter knife. Clarice hands Trey a salad

know the jam is probably not what you had in mind, but Kyson doesn’t want you eating anything unless he or Damian prepared it,” Clarice tells me, and I nod before taking a bite of my sandwich. I started packing the spread and bread away while Clarice fussed I shouldn’t be cleaning. Ignore her before we all stand in awkward silence. Clarice kept glancing at Trey, and so did

my head, I turn my attention to Clarice, who also

to help me outside?” Clarice asked. Smiling, I nodded. Anything was better than wasting away in the

to remain in her room,” Trey says

deal with the King. He has no reason to

can drive on out here to go after her friend.” Trey chuckles. Clarice’s

can’t drive,” I

way out is to drive out the front gates. Unless you used the back

sets her sandwich down on her plate

her ideas?”

course not. And she said it herself she couldn’t drive. Besides, there are guards at the front gate. She would

as they stare at each other. “Is everything okay?” Trey asked, glancing at us before he

I had nothing to do with that. I get you don’t like me, but I would never place you in harm’s way, my Queen. Dustin and I

“Pardon?” I ask.