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,”

to hold myself back. Now grab the keys. We are leaving,” I tell him, grabbing my wallet 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 on the wall before I pass out. A cold sweat causes sweat

me to hurt my mate. When Damian grips my upper arm,

gone only 12 hours max, plenty of time,

disapprovingly but says nothing as long start walking

be here before we

Azalea POV

a knock on the door. I looked toward it before

lip between my teeth as I got to my feet and walked

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.

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 make myself a jam

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

have food on my face?” Shaking my head, I turn my attention

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

King wants her to remain in her room,” Trey says with

He has no reason to worry,” Clarice chimes in before I say

I took over from Dustin. Not like she can drive on out here to go after her friend.” Trey chuckles. Clarice’s eyebrows furrow at his

drive,”

and only one way out is to drive out the front gates. Unless you used the back exit, but

on her plate and

give her ideas?” Clarice asked, raising an

Besides, there are guards at the front gate. She would never get past them. I was just saying he was worrying for

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

you don’t like me, but I would never place you in harm’s way, my Queen. Dustin

“Pardon?” I ask.