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 toward the front of the castle.

the door, I stumble, vertigo 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 to bead

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

12 hours max, plenty of time, and by the time we get back, the m********n should be nearly worn off,” I tell

disapprovingly but says nothing as

be here before we get back.” Damian assures

Azalea POV

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

door. I worried my lip between my teeth as I got to my feet and walked over to the door. I twisted the lock and cracked it open to peer out the

to you, so you will sit with Clarice,” Trey tells me, and I nod, slipping out the door. I followed behind him as

have got everything out. You can see it all sealed,” she says, pointing to the jams and spreads, and

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

I turn my attention

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

her to remain in her room,” Trey says with

reason

I told Damian that when 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 words, and

can’t drive,” I tell

out is to drive out the front gates. Unless you used the back exit, but no one goes down

down on her plate

you trying to give her ideas?” Clarice

No, 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

room becomes thick between them as they stare at

swear I had nothing to do with that. I get you don’t like me, but I would never place you in harm’s

“Pardon?” I ask.