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.

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 sighs and relaxes against me as i caressed it. I couldn’t wait to watch her belly grow with our child,

sweet, cherry, and vanilla, and I couldn’t

how she melts under it. At least, that is one thing I will always

before teasing the waistband of her tights. My purr grew louder, and I could feel the effect I was having on her. Her arousal through

trying to stop it from

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

out moisture with each brush across her slit. “Hmm,”hum before shoving

shoulder and withdrawing my finger that was slick with her arousal before sliding it back in

and the limo slowed. I arowl, peering out my window, and Azalea scrambles on my lap. My hand slides out of her pants, and an angered growl leaves me as

and listen to him talking 10 Alpha Dean’s men, who were trying to

of our arrival. My aura slios out as 1 stare at the man with his gun pointed at Damian’s chest, Damian snarts, unflinching, and daring the man to pull

but one snitt of the air, and I could tell this man was the Beta. His scent was more substantial

your Alpha’s experience with stepping out of line and giving my men orders, that the rest of you would have more sense. 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

brown hair blowing in his face when he realizes

stammers. Lie, the flags on the

trouble recognizing my Beta too?” I ask. He pales, glancing at Damian, who