His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

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Azalea POV The jostling sensation of movement woke me from my slumber. I had no idea how long I

had been out, but the woozy feeling abated. The previous night’s memories slowly returned to me as I

opened my eyes to find Kyson carrying me.

I let out a shaky breath, and he looked down at me in his arms. He pulls me higher, burying his face in

my neck and inhaling deeply. Placing my hand on the side of his neck, he moves me, allowing me to

wrap my legs around his waist and I lazed against him. His scent soothed my agitated nerves. I felt wired

and jittery.

“Thank G*d,” Kyson breathes.

“I feel better,” I tell him, yawning. Yet anger coursed through the bond, and I pulled my face from his neck

to look at him, feeling his aura angry like a storm.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“Someone tried to poison you; I promise I will figure out who soon. Until then you are to remain with

Dustin or me,” he says, and my brows furrow. Why would someone try to poison me? I had done nothing

to anyone here. Although, I knew that should worry and scare me, I couldn’t seem to focus on that. My

instincts were going berserk. No matter how much l tried to focus on what he was telling me, all I wanted

to do was lick him.

Kyson carried me to our bedroom, and I was perfectly capable of walking but didn’t want him to let go,

enjoying his warmth and scent. I rub the center of his chest with my hand, and Kyson chuckles.

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“Something you want?” he asks, amused.

“You,” I tell him. My instincts were all over the place. I wanted my mate, and before I could stop myself,

my teeth sank into his chest through his shirt, my claws slipping into his shoulder while the others clawed

his pec through his.

Kyson grunts, hoisting me higher while I want to climb into his shirt.

“Your scent is changing,” he purrs, nipping my mark while I am too fascinated by the taste of his skin, as I

licked his neck. Kyson shudders, clutching me tighter.

When he steps into our room, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “You should rest; you had an eventful

night, and Abbie will be ringing this morning,” he says, moving toward the bed, and I feel the softness of

the duvet against my back as he places me on it.

He tries to stand up, but I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer, my teeth sinking into his

collarbone. He growls as my teeth break his skin and he starts to purr, the calling wrapping around me,

and my claws slip out, shredding his shirt even more.

Kyson presses his weight down on me, the calling making his chest vibrate against mine before rolling

onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My lips go to his chest while hands move up and down my arms

and sides while I mauled him. My teeth sank into him wherever I could get him. He drops his chin when

lost a****k his neck, his stubble brushing my cheek, and l growl when he doesn’t let me mark him.

“I thought you wanted to speak to Abbie?” he murmured, kissing the side of my mouth. Abbie, it had

something to do with Abbie that was important; I just couldn’t remember why. My tongue rolls over his

chest, my hands clawing at his flesh.

“She should be calling soon, Azalea.” he tries to remind me before he groans when my teeth nick his

neck. Yet my sole focus was on my need to mark him. I couldn’t think of anything but wanting to crawl

inside the man. Desire coursed through me so strongly l couldn’t think of anything else.

“Love, Abbie. She is ringing soon,” Kyson growls, nipping at my shoulder. I try to shake the fog,

consuming me and muddling my thoughts. Kyson smashes me with the calling, and I melt against him,

pressing my ear to his chest and listening to the sound emanating from him.

“Shh, Abbie is calling soon. You want to speak to her, remember?” Kyson said softly, the calling growing

stronger and making my eyelids heavy. I yawn, pressing my face into his chest.

“Abbie! Think of Abbie, Azalea. If you don’t answer her call, I don’t want you to hate me for missing it, so

you need to focus. You can mark me afterward,” he purrs, kissing the top of my head. His finger stroked

my hair. My claws were slipping out of his chest as his calling turned to sedative.

“That’s it, plenty of time for that later, but calm,” he purrs, his fingers moving from my hair and trailing up

and down my spine. I blink, fighting the urge to sleep, trying to fight the calling, and my breathing

becomes harsher.

“That’s it, Love. Fight it. You can fight your urges; just focus on a different emotion or think of Abbie,”

Kyson says. Yet my brain was mush. Yet I knew something was going on with Abbie; I just needed to

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remember.

“Abbie is with Kade,” the moment his name slipped from between his lips, a furious growl tore out of me,

and I sat up, blinking, my claws sinking into his chest, and he hisses, and I look down at my hands, and

Kyson pulls my claws out, and his blood oozes down his side. I move to lick his wounds, wanting to heal

them.

“It’s fine,” I cut his words off, running my tongue over the puncture marks. They healed instantly, and I

had no idea how I did it, but I could tell my saliva had changed. It tasted different on my tongue. Kyson

looks at his chest. The scars remained, which l thought odd. They were fresh wounds and should have

healed completely. I glanced at his face to see the faint scars from the other night.

“You’re not healing, it scarred you?” I murmured.

“Worry about that later. It is because you were angry. See, these healed just fine,” he says, pointing to

the love bites I gave him. It made no sense why some would heal and others scarred him. They all

should have healed. My brow pinched when his calling slipped out.

“That’s it. Just focus on something else.” I blinked. Clarity was washing through me like a tidal wave as l

remembered I was waiting for Abbie’s call, Kade slipping into my thoughts. I despised the man hadn’t

even met him.

“What time is it?”

“Just after 10 am, so she should be calling any minute,” Kyson says, lifting his hips and pulling his phone

from his back pocket. He hands it to me.

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