His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 155 – Azalea POV

Everything was some big secret around here and it was driving me up the wall, yet at least they listened

when I told them not to follow. I needed fresh air. I felt suffocated with everyone hovering constantly. It

was driving me nuts.

However, it didn’t take long before Kyson was in my head. I shoved him out. I was a little shocked at how

easy it was when angry. If only I could do that when I was not angry, I would have to practice.

When I walked out, I moved toward the fruit trees and saw Peter picking fruit with the gardener. He

waved excitedly and I waved back while walking over to them. Peter jogs over to me and hugs me. “Hey,

I haven’t seen you in days,” he states.

“Want to help pick fruit with us?” he asks, and I look around. I wanted to get as far away from the castle

grounds as I was allowed.

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“Na. Do you want to go for a walk with me? I am hiding from my guards,” I chuckle. Peter looks over at

the gardener, who shrugs and waves him off.

“Where do you want to walk?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “We could walk by the river. It is pretty high at the moment from the floods

upstream coming down it,” he offers.

“Yeah, I am not fond of water,” I tell him.

“Oh, well, we could go to the stables. I am supposed to clean out the stables today but got hauled up to

help pick b****y fruit,”

“Ah, I think I prefer the river walk to shoveling p**p,” I tell him, and he chuckles.

“It’s a date then,” he says, looping his arm through mine. We headed toward the river. Peter was right.

The river was quite high and flowing fast. We sat down on the bank for a bit.

“So, how did you start working here?” I asked him.

“I live with grandparents, and they used to be servants here and got me the job,”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dad, no idea. Mum dumped me with them when I was born. I see her every now then, but she doesn’t

really have much to do with me. She prefers to pretend I don’t exist. I am her d***y little secret.” He tells

me. Well, that sounded a bit harsh.

“Your father?” he shrugs.

“Mum didn’t know his name, or so she claims,”

“What does your mother do?” I ask him.

“Works at the grocery store in town. It’s easier to pretend I don’t have a mother. It’s easier that way,”

“I’m sorry Peter, that sucks,” I tell him.

“All good. My grandparents are good enough for me,” he says, getting to his feet.

“I’ll race you back?” he says, offering me his hand. I take it and he pulls me to my feet.

“Ah, I probably shouldn’t,” I tell him. The last thing I need is to fall over or injure myself. Kyson would

never let me leave the room and wrap me in bubble wrap.

“Oh right, that probably isn’t Queenly,” Peter chuckles.

“No, it’s not that,” I tell him, my hand going instinctively to my barely-there bump. Peter’s eyes follow my

hands and he gasped.

“Wait. Are you pregnant?” he asks and my face heats and I nod.

“Well, come on. Had I known that, I wouldn’t have made you trek through the forest,” he chuckled.

Halfway back, we run into Trey. He nearly runs straight past us before skidding along the ground and

coming to a stop. He clutches his knees and looks at me.

“There you are!” he says, standing upright.

“Why are you out here?” he asks.

“We went for a walk,” Peter says, smiling up at him.

“Go on, I will take her back. Shouldn’t you be in the stables?” he asks, giving Peter a pointed look. Peter

rolls his eyes and wanders off. Trey falls in line with me and we walk back toward the castle.

“You shouldn’t wander so far from the castle, my Queen. What if something happened?”

“I have the mind-link,” I tell him.

“The one you have been blocking for the past hour? The King is on his way home and he is not happy,”

Trey tells me, holding some ferns aside for me. I sighed but trudged back through the forest.

Climbing over a log, Trey grips my elbow when the log suddenly gives way and collapses under my foot.

I heard the sickening crack as my ankle broke and something went through the bottom of my foot. My

scream echoed off the trees and Trey grabs me under the arms hauling me up and I scream again

before passing out.

I wake up moments later to Trey trying to break the log open as he pulled the rotted wood away. I was

leaning against him.

“Stay with me, help is on the way,” Trey whispers when he snaps a chunk off, freeing my foot a little

more. Only when he goes to pull my leg out, does it catch, and I become covered in a cold sweat. I let

out a shriek of pain.

“Stop! Something is stabbing through my foot,” I cried out, clutching my leg when we heard a twig snap.

A furious growl tears out of the forest and Trey freezes behind me and his hand suddenly goes over my

mouth.

“Shh,” he whispers. I hear the mind-link open up.

“Forest, now!” Trey booms to all the guards. Hearing another growl, but from a different direction, Trey

turns behind me.

“What is it?” I try to speak around his hand. When a cub steps out of the trees in front of us. My breath

hitches in my throat, knowing if the cub is here, its mother won’t be far and the deafening growl behind

me tells me it was behind us.

“F**k!” Trey curses behind me.

“Don’t move!” he whispers and my heart was beating so fast as I saw it out of the corner of my eye

coming up from the river. I s*****w and it makes a loud noise that makes me flinch as it heads toward its

cub. The cub sniffs the air, staring at us, and I was frozen in place, especially when I saw the size of its

mother. The bear was huge and I reckon at least 600 pounds, maybe more. Its claws sink into the soft

soil as it comes closer before stopping.

Trey and I froze, watching to see if it would keep moving after its cub, but instead, it looked at us and

huffed while I stared wide-eyed at it, only for it to charge directly toward us. I screamed and closed my

eyes, covering my head. Only for Trey’s hand covering my mouth to be gone and I fell backward on the

ground, my leg bending awkwardly and I shrieked from the pressure on my ankle and whatever was

stabbing through the top of my foot. I push up on my hands to find Trey locked in battle with the

enormous bear. The cub paces and makes noise before it takes off into the trees.

Trey’s huge malt-colored Lycan is slashed across the face when the bear rears up on its back feet. The

bear’s weight crashes down on top of him when he jammed his claws in its side, making it roar and lift up

on its legs again before its front paws hit his chest, crushing him with its weight. Fur and blood sprayed

everywhere as Trey fought the giant beast. It started dragging him away before tossing him into a tree.

Trey tried to get to his feet only for it to sink its teeth into his shoulder and starts shaking its head.

I could hear guards running toward us and I screamed for them to help him, looking over my shoulder for

them when Trey groaned and made me look back at them. The bear was on top of him and he was on

his back. He lifted his legs under it, kicking it with both feet when it lifted off him briefly. He kicks it and it

goes flying backward, landing on its back and he pounces on it when the cub returns and whimpers. I

saw his head twist in its direction.

I waited for him to k**l it but instead, he punched the bear in the side of the head once, twice, three times

before the fourth time it knocked it out. He climbs off it drenched in blood from where it tore him apart just

as the guards burst through the trees. I half expected Gannon and Dustin, yet they were nowhere to be

seen.

Trey growls at them before coming over to me and so does another guard and together they yank on the

hollow rotted log, ripping it apart. The cub whined for its mother, sniffing her and I glanced at it.

“It’s knocked out, not d**d. We need to move quickly” Trey tells me and I nod.

“That’s why we need to get you out of here before it wakes,” he says, gripping my ankle. I swallowed. His

green eyes stared back at me and I knew what he was about to do.

“Choose my Queen, or I will have to k**l it,” he says and I look at the cub nuzzling its mother. The other

guards standing around in case it wakes.

“Do it!” I tell him and he yanks my foot off the huge thick nail that must have been in the tree when it fell

and rotted away. My scream is silent before pass out. My eyes roll into the back of my head and the last

thing I see is Trey shifting back before grabbing me and the feel of the wind as he runs toward the castle.

Then I saw nothing but darkness.

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