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.

beside her and slipped my arm across her tiny waist and undid her seatbelt before looping my 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 sighs and relaxes against me as i caressed it. I couldn’t wait to watch her belly grow with our child, I couldn’t wait to see what sort of mother she would

scent was like a balm, soothing yet also teasing, making my mouth water. She smelled sweet, cherry, and vanilla, and I couldn’t explain the strange

love how she melts under it. At least, that is one thing I will always have that she can’t resist. I bury my face

the temptation her flesh was offering. My fingertips draw circles on her skin before teasing the waistband of her

and Trey are in the front!” she hisses, gripping my wrist and trying to stop it from slipping

she squeaks, while squirming on my lap. I groan as her ass brushes against my erection. Stroking the seam of her wet lower lips, she could deny me all she wanted, but she couldn’t hide the feeling I was enticing out of

squirms as my fingers tease her folds, drawing out moisture with each brush across

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

I heard the screech of tires, 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 the car comes to an abrupt

hear Damian get out of the car and listen to him talking 10

with him about there not being any announcement of our arrival. My aura slios out as 1 stare at

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

I tell the man while coming up behind Damian. His mud brown) flick to

hair blowing in his

stammers. Lie, the flags on the front of

ask. He pales, glancing at Damian, who held his