His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 155

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 155 – Azalea POV

 

Everything was some big secret around here and it was driving me up the wall, yet at least they listened when I told them not to follow. I needed fresh air. I felt suffocated with everyone hovering constantly. It was driving me nuts.

 

However, it didn’t take long before Kyson was in my head. I shoved him out. I was a little shocked at how easy it was when angry. If only I could do that when I was not angry, I would have to practice.

 

When I walked out, I moved toward the fruit trees and saw Peter picking fruit with the gardener. He waved excitedly and I waved back while walking over to them. Peter jogs over to me and hugs me. “Hey, I haven’t seen you in days,” he states.

 

“Want to help pick fruit with us?” he asks, and I look around. I wanted to get as far away from the castle grounds as I was allowed.

 

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“Na. Do you want to go for a walk with me? I am hiding from my guards,” I chuckle. Peter looks over at the gardener, who shrugs and waves him off.

 

“Where do you want to walk?”

 

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “We could walk by the river. It is pretty high at the moment from the floods upstream coming down it,” he offers.

 

“Yeah, I am not fond of water,” I tell him.

 

“Oh, well, we could go to the stables. I am supposed to clean out the stables today but got hauled up to help pick b****y fruit,”

 

“Ah, I think I prefer the river walk to shoveling p**p,” I tell him, and he chuckles.

 

 

“It’s a date then,” he says, looping his arm through mine. We headed toward the river. Peter was right. The river was quite high and flowing fast. We sat down on the bank for a bit.

 

“So, how did you start working here?” I asked him.

 

with grandparents, and they used to

 

“Where are your parents?”

 

really have much to do with me. She prefers to pretend

 

“Your father?” he shrugs.

 

know his name, or so she

 

mother do?” I ask

 

town. It’s easier to

 

Peter, that sucks,”

 

good enough for me,” he

 

back?” he says, offering me his hand.

 

him. The last thing I need is to fall over or injure

 

probably

 

to my

 

he asks and my face heats

 

that, I wouldn’t have made you trek through the forest,” he chuckled. Halfway back, we run into Trey. He nearly runs straight past us before skidding along the ground and coming to a stop. He clutches his knees

 

he says,

 

you out

 

walk,” Peter says, smiling up

 

giving Peter a pointed look. Peter rolls his eyes and wanders off. Trey falls in line with me and we

 

so far from the

 

mind-link,” I

 

he is not happy,” Trey tells me, holding some ferns aside for

 

and collapses under my foot. I heard the sickening crack as my ankle broke and something went through the bottom of my foot. My scream

 

to Trey trying to break the log open as he pulled the rotted wood away. I

 

help is on the way,” Trey whispers when he snaps a chunk off, freeing my foot a little more. Only when he goes to pull my leg out, does it catch, and I become covered

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