His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Hook? Me Found Lycon Line Chapter 53 

Azalea POV 

Nothing felt real, yet the pain in my heart was proof it was. My mind felt numb, like it was refusing to feel, it’s amazing how one’s mind can forfeit and leave to protect you from caring. I welcomed it yet also hated it. I was irrevocably undeniably numb. Seeing Kyson though, I was worried. He drank so much, copious amounts but he never left my side. I knew he was hurting because I could feel that through the bond. His pain was something I could feel, but I disassociated with it, knew it wasn’t my pain though I also knew it was the same pain. Only now I was adding to his torment.

Yet I didn’t care, didn’t care about anything, I didn’t care about living, I didn’t care about dying, I just merely existed. Numb to everything but also numb to nothing. However, as the days passed, I was still stuck trying to remain anchored to this unfeeling place, yet I also knew I couldn’t stay here. Withdrawing more and disappearing into myself couldn’t be permanent

As I watched life pass in my silence I wondered, is this it? Is this all it will ever be and will I always be this way?

I reached a point where I no longer identify myself with the man who is my mate or identify as anyone really, maybe because for so long I had no identity and yet what our child would have offered was one. Maybe that is why, maybe that is

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why it hurt so much to lose something I never had a chance to love, maybe because along with losing it, I also lost another piece of an identity I couldn’t keep. Mum.

I thought I found myself, and then I lost it all over again and I suddenly wanted to know why. Why did he pretend to be my friend only to literally stab me? How could he Harbor so much anger for someone he would hurt them like that? Why did he take the one thing that was mine from me?

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unanswered. Questions that stopped me functioning because they plagued every thought. Consumed me entirely, yet as I returned to my surroundings, I wasn’t sure if I had slept or was

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even while he slept, as he sought to comfort me. However,) knew no comfort would come until I had answers. I needed to understand, needed it to move on, I needed to know what I did to deserve it, I needed to know it wasn’t my fault. Though some part of me did know that, doubt still nagged at me, like! was

heavy arm that was draped over my waist. Moving across the room, grabbed his robe, I needed the

him, he remained asleep.

he wouldn’t, I wasn’t sure. So much had changed and yet remained the same. Though I had seen yet another side of Kyson,

fiercely not leaving me alone despite his own anguish, two that he had a really bad alcohol problem. I never realized its true extent until I was locked in a room with him for so long, it made me wonder

when he went without it, feeling the frustration as he fought the urge to find himself in the bottom of another bottle, yet the bottle always won

to address later, for now! needed to move before I decided to crawl back in bed and wallow in my own misery, so I twisted the handle and stepped out the doors to find Trey. He looked at me as if he was seeing a ghost as I slipped out the door and

he whispered before holding

at

to look at my face, his eyes sparkled with sadness, endless hazel depths

my throat hurt to

Kyson needed sleep, I knew how little he had, knew how exhausted he was,

have a favor to ask of you,” I told

he answers swiftly, while standing

his mouth no doubt to deny me but I hold my hand up silencing

I plead, hoping he wouldn’t wake Kyson to

and he would see this as a betrayal,” Trey pleads. I do and he may lock me in