His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 39 

Kyeonov 

Azalea was in a strange mood. She was scared, not that she would admit it. I was kino o’nlad to get out of the castle with her. At least she would be safe with me. Or so I hoped. I hope bringing her back to this place doesn’t dredge up unwanted memories for her or haunt her, especially after this morning. She knew I was keeping stuff from her, but I was only doing it to protect her, though some of it was for selfish reasons. Trey blurted that one out.

“Are you worried about returning here?” I ask her, but she shakes her head. Which only confirmed my original thoughts. She feared being at the castle. I was struggling to figure out who I could trust myself

Every lead we had was a dead-end, and I knew this one would be too. They always were, yet still, we investigated.

“What are you worried about then?”

“Everything,” she murmurs. I could feel the weight and pressure on her. She had been thrust into a world she knew nothing about. Laws, kingdoms, and her own family history were a mystery to her. Then, on top of that, she was worried about Abbie. She was always worried about Abbie. Concerned about who was trying to kill her and why. But most of all, she was curious to know who she was, and as determined as I was to keep it from her, I knew she also needed to know. So I would start teaching her to use her Alpha voice even if it means hers would one-day overthrow mine.

Yet feeling her through the bond, her nervousness and anxiety worsened the closer we got, and the overwhelming urge to comfort her grew stronger. I wanted to touch her, put her mind at ease, and let her know she was safe with me.

“Come here.” I couldn’t stop the edge of a growl escaping me, but she turned her head to look at me, pulling her attention away from the window

“Seatbelt, Azalea. Sit up, Azalea. And now, you want me to remove my seatbelt to come to you?” she spits at me sarcastically while shaking her head. My little mate was growing more cunning. Her attitude I always found amusing until it was used against me.

arm around her waist and dragging her onto my lap. She growls, and I purr back at her. She would not escape me so easily. My hand snuck under her shirt to rest on her lower belly. The slightest bump fit in the palm of my hand. She

a balm, soothing yet also teasing, making my mouth water. She smelled sweet, cherry, and vanilla, and I couldn’t explain the strange urges her scent enticed. I have never liked

the purr that slipped out and vibrated against her back. My calling works every time, and I love how she melts under it. At least, that is one thing I will

I couldn’t resist the temptation her flesh was offering. My fingertips draw circles on her skin before teasing the waistband of her tights. My purr grew louder, and I could feel the effect

gripping my wrist and trying to stop it from slipping

as her ass brushes against my erection. Stroking the seam of her wet lower lips, she could deny me all

fingers tease her folds, drawing out moisture with each brush across her slit. “Hmm,”hum before shoving my finger inside

thumb gently rubs against her swollen clit. Her legs open wider for me, and I chuckle, kissing her shoulder and withdrawing my finger that was slick with her arousal before sliding it back in and curling it deep within her. Her inner walls clench

peering out my window, and Azalea scrambles on my lap. My hand slides out of her pants, and an angered growl leaves me as the car comes to

hear Damian get out of the car and listen to him talking 10 Alpha Dean’s men, who

handle, I toss it open and climb out. Six werewolves were arguing with him about there not being any announcement of our arrival. My aura slios out as 1 stare at the man with his

me. The other men were smart enough to back up, but one snitt of the air, and I could tell this man was the Beta. His scent was

Apparently not!” I tell the man while coming up behind Damian. His mud brown) flick to me over Damian’s shoulder and he swallows. The other five had scampered off, leaving the Beta to fend for himself when they realized they were dealing with Lycan’s and not random

glances around, his curly brown hair blowing in his face when he realizes his pack members had

didn’t recognize you,” he stammers. Lie, the flags on the front of the limo

ask. He pales, glancing