His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Book 2. His found Lycon Luna Chapter 22 

Kyson POV 

Azalea whimpered as she jostled in my arms. Her blood streamed down my arms as I made my way to the bedroom. I kick the doors open, and they bang against the walls. Dustin comes rushing in behind me, runs past me and toward the bathroom, he shoves the door open, and turns the shower on.

She was losing so much blood, and I know those barbs are dipped in wolfsbane and water-hemlock. They always are to prevent healing. Water pours from the showerhead, and Dustin turns to me. He uses his claws to shred what’s left of her dress, letting it fall away in tatters to the floor.

“Give her here, you shift,” he says, holding his arms out for her. I passed her to him, she was like a ragdoll in his arms, her body all floppy, and he stepped into the shower forcing her back under the spray, trying to rinse the poison off her while I shifted. Using one hand, he turns the other showerhead on, turning the head and aiming it at her back. Moments later, Liam runs in, looking worse for wear. I didn’t even care he could see her naked. My sole focus was on stopping the wolfsbane from soaking into her system and killing our baby.

“What do you need?” Liam asks.

“Alcohol,” I tell him, knowing I was about to ingest whatever was in her system, and hopefully, the alcohol would burn it out

the other under her ass, exposing her back to me, and I waste

and ripped her flesh off

growl escapes me, the wolfsbane burning my throat, and I heave, retching when I get a huge mouthful of it. My hand hit the wall, steadying me as I retched and threw up before healing the other two long gashes up her back. Her wounds eventually closed, and

banging my head on the showerhead because I was taller than it in this form. Liam rushes back in with a bottle of tequila. Not my go-to, but it would do. He breaks the cap thrusting the bottle at me, and I grab it, retching again as my surroundings spin, and I

around her before disappearing out the door while Dustin crouched beside me while I gasped for air. My lungs felt like they had been engulfed in flames, my blood boiling in my veins. He prys my mouth open just as Liam comes in. Dustin prying my eyelids open, his hair drenched and so were

“Azalea?” | mumble.

her. He sent for a Doctor,” I nod or try to. Dustin gripped my jaw, yet

down my throat. I gasp, breathing it in, and it goes

and Dustin growls at him. Liam poured more in my mouth this time, not waterboarding me with it. I gulp it down, feeling it warm my stomach and entire body. Ghastly stuff, yet I could feel it diluting the poison I ingested, feel it working through my system, not that it made me feel

throat.

as the poison burns out, leaving me shitfaced and on the verge of passing out drunk. Liam slaps my face with his hand tilting my head back. My eyes try to close, and he smirks, chugging the rest of the bottle before passing the now empty bottle

chuckles, grabbing me, he tosses me over his shoulder, and the tequila was a serious threat of coming back up. “Hmm,