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.

 

and they used to be servants here

 

“Where are your parents?”

 

really have much to do with me. She prefers to

 

“Your father?” he shrugs.

 

his name, or

 

your mother

 

town. It’s easier to pretend I don’t have a mother.

 

sorry Peter, that sucks,” I

 

good. My grandparents are good enough for me,”

 

you back?” he says, offering me his hand.

 

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

 

right, that probably

 

it’s not that,” I tell him, my hand going instinctively to my barely-there bump. Peter’s eyes follow my hands

 

pregnant?” he asks and my face heats

 

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

 

he

 

out here?” he

 

a walk,” Peter says,

 

stables?” he asks, giving Peter a pointed look. Peter rolls his eyes and wanders off. Trey falls

 

so far from the castle, my Queen.

 

mind-link,” I tell

 

he is not happy,” Trey tells me,

 

the sickening crack as my ankle broke and something went through the bottom of my foot. My scream echoed off the trees and Trey grabs me

 

up moments later to Trey trying to break the log open as

 

off, freeing my foot a little more. Only when he goes to pull my

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