His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 1

Kyson POV

There was no word strong enough to describe how furious I was that she took off with Dustin. I felt murderous. I wanted to strangle

the pair of them for their stupidity. Although, at the same time, I had never felt such relief when we got here on time to find het alive

“You disobeyed me!” | growled, stalking toward her. My eyes scanned over her to see her drenched in blood. Her worst injury was

the gaping wound in her hip that was running a blood trail down her leg. “And now you’re injured!” I snapped at her.

“But Abbie,” she tried to say before I cut her off with a growl. Her eyes widened as I reached her, and she cowered away, pressing

closer to my gamma. But he knew better than to get in my way. He was also furious with Dustin for allowing her to put herself at risk

despite being relieved to have Abbie back.

“I don’t want to hear it,” I snarled, ripping her closer, her tiny body smacking into my hard chest a little harder than I intended. I was

frantic the entire run here, and now I knew she was by my side. It was overshadowed by my anger and her heat that had returned.

She struggled against me, which only made my instincts want to claim her, heal her, and I regretted not explaining almost instantly

when I felt her betrayal hit me. She thought I was making her submit. In a sense, I was. Although, not for the reason, she

undoubtedly thought.

She would bleed out long before we got home, and I would mate her if she remained awake. Her scent was potent, as the effects

of the drug Doc gave her were wearing off. So I sank my teeth into her neck and remarked her. Her body fell limp in my arms, and I

barely scooped her legs up before she slipped from my grip. I lick her neck before holding her tighter and attempting to lift her shirt

when I am suddenly hit repeatedly by tiny fists in the back

“You fucking asshole, you prick! You didn’t even let her explain. You just made her submit,” Abbie screamed, punching into my side

in a fit of rage. I look over my shoulder to find her hitting me with her tiny fists like they would do something. Gannon grabs her

around the waist, tugging her back when she falls forward in his arms while flailing as he restrains her arms. She snarled angrily,

leaning forward and biting me like a damn savage.

I blinked down at her, her teeth embedded in my arm just as Gannon ripped her backward, making him fall on his ass, her teeth

pulling out of my arm painfully. She bit me!

“I will fucking kill you, you savage Neanderthal,” she screamed, as she turned red-faced landing on top of Gannon.

Gannon growls before snapping at her. “He didn’t make her submit. Stop, look!” Gannon snarled at her, pointing to where I lifted

Azalea’s shirt. Her wound was already healing though my hand was filled with her blood. I huff. If Abbie was anyone else other than

Abbie, I would have been pissed, but I know these girls would die for each other. I shook my head while Gannon apologized for

Abbie. Turning my attention back to my mate, I lean down while lifting her higher and run my tongue over her wound when I spot

Abbie standing in front of me, having escaped Gannon.

“See? He isn’t hurting her,” Gannon whispers, coming up behind her, and she worries her lip between her teeth. However, she

didn’t look much better off herself. Abbie was rather pale and sickly looking. She lets out a breath.

“You couldn’t have warned her first, instead of just going all caveman and biting into her,”

“Warn her as you did me when you bit me?” | growl. Her face heats up, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“I thought, never mind. Fucking Neanderthal men, anyone would think you were raised by cavemen,” she says before her eyes go

behind me. I turn to see what she is looking at, to find it was Kade’s dead body lying on the grass behind me. Abbie swallows

before shaking her head when her eyes turn glassy.

“Can we go home now?” she asks, looking at Gannon.

“My King, we have three cars here. They are on the top road.” Damian says, coming over to me with Dustin tossed limply over his

shoulder. I glare at him before trekking through the forest and up the vast mountain. Stumbling across my car, I click my tongue.

When I reached the top. I was struggling to control myself, I felt rabid as her scent grew more potent, and even Damian glanced at

me nervously as I clutched my mate closer, soaking up her scent, and trying to let it calm my urges. However, once we got to the

cars and headed back home, we were halfway when I smelled her scent shift with a ferocity of a tidal wave. As my mark healed

her, it also completely burned out the drug in her system. My canines slipped from my gums, and my pupils dilated.

“The windows,” I growled at Damian and Gannon, knowing if I moved right now; I would lose control completely. They quickly did

as I asked while Abbie watched me worriedly. Her eyes were wide as she stared at Azalea in my arms. She moved on her seat to

reach out to touch her, and the noise that left me was feral as Gannon jerked her back to sit beside him.