His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Hook? Me Found Lycon Line Chapter 55 

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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to my surroundings, I wasn’t sure if I had slept or was already awake the entire time, the room came into focus and my mate slept

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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

I forced myself out from under Kyson’s heavy arm that was draped over my waist. Moving across the room, grabbed his robe, I needed the comfort of his scent, and his

him, he remained asleep.

the same. Though I had seen yet another

despite his own anguish, two that he had a really bad alcohol problem. I never realized its true extent

he went without it,

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

before holding me

you King?” He glances at

with sadness, endless hazel depths of worry stared back

though my throat hurt to use my voice and came out

how little he had, knew how exhausted he was,

a favor

need,” he answers swiftly, while

his mouth no

this please, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t, yet I know Kyson won’t let me, and believe he is doing it to protect me, but I need this,” I plead, hoping he wouldn’t wake Kyson to

comfortable going against him and he would see this as a betrayal,” Trey pleads. I