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,”

keys. We are leaving,” I tell him, grabbing my wallet off the desk and stuffing it into my pocket. I push the doors open and walk out

room tilted and slanted, making me stumble. My hand goes out, catching myself on the wall before I pass out. A cold sweat causes sweat to

my mate. When Damian grips my upper arm, I blink, trying to force the effects

will be gone only 12 hours max, plenty of time, and by the time we get back, the m********n should be nearly

but says nothing as long start walking

He should be here before

Azalea POV

when I heard a knock on the door. I looked toward it before

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

to have afternoon tea. The King 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,

it all sealed,” she says, pointing to the jams and spreads, and I nod before grabbing a butter knife. Clarice hands Trey a salad sandwich while I

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 I after what Dustin told me. He must have noticed the tension because he swallowed down

face?” Shaking my head, I turn my attention to Clarice, who also seemed

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

remain in

the King. He has no reason

on out here to go after her friend.” Trey chuckles. Clarice’s eyebrows furrow at his words, and so

can’t drive,”

used the back

her sandwich down on her plate and places a hand on her

trying to give her ideas?” Clarice asked, raising an

there are guards at the front gate. She

becomes thick between them as they stare at each other. “Is everything

swear 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 just have history,” Trey says.

“Pardon?” I ask.