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,”

back. Now grab the 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 toward the front of the castle. I needed to be away

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

hurt my mate. When Damian grips my upper

will be gone only 12 hours max, plenty of time,

growls disapprovingly but says nothing as

should be

Azalea POV

a knock on the door. I looked toward it before

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

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

spreads, and I nod before grabbing a butter knife. Clarice hands Trey a salad

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

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

Clarice asked. Smiling, I nodded. Anything was better than wasting away in

her to remain in her

with the King. He has no reason to worry,” Clarice chimes in before I

like she can drive on out here to go after her friend.” Trey chuckles. Clarice’s eyebrows furrow at his words,

drive,”

and only one way out is to drive out the front gates. Unless you used the back exit, but no one

down on her plate and places

give her ideas?” Clarice asked, raising an eyebrow at

of course not. And she said it herself she couldn’t drive. Besides, there are guards at the front gate. She would never get past them. I was just saying he was worrying for no

at each other.

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

“Pardon?” I ask.