His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 39

Kyeonov

Azalea was in a strange mood. She was scared, not that she would admit it. I was kino o’nlad to get out

of the castle with her. At least she would be safe with me. Or so I hoped. I hope bringing her back to this

place doesn’t dredge up unwanted memories for her or haunt her, especially after this morning. She

knew I was keeping stuff from her, but I was only doing it to protect her, though some of it was for selfish

reasons. Trey blurted that one out.

“Are you worried about returning here?” I ask her, but she shakes her head. Which only confirmed my

original thoughts. She feared being at the castle. I was struggling to figure out who I could trust myself

Every lead we had was a dead-end, and I knew this one would be too. They always were, yet still, we

investigated.

“What are you worried about then?”

“Everything,” she murmurs. I could feel the weight and pressure on her. She had been thrust into a world

she knew nothing about. Laws, kingdoms, and her own family history were a mystery to her. Then, on

top of that, she was worried about Abbie. She was always worried about Abbie. Concerned about who

was trying to kill her and why. But most of all, she was curious to know who she was, and as determined

as I was to keep it from her, I knew she also needed to know. So I would start teaching her to use her

Alpha voice even if it means hers would one-day overthrow mine.

Yet feeling her through the bond, her nervousness and anxiety worsened the closer we got, and the

overwhelming urge to comfort her grew stronger. I wanted to touch her, put her mind at ease, and let her

know she was safe with me.

“Come here.” I couldn’t stop the edge of a growl escaping me, but she turned her head to look at me,

pulling her attention away from the window

“Seatbelt, Azalea. Sit up, Azalea. And now, you want me to remove my seatbelt to come to you?” she

spits at me sarcastically while shaking her head. My little mate was growing more cunning. Her attitude I

always found amusing until it was used against me.

I growl and unclip my seatbelt before moving toward her. Sliding onto the seat beside her and slipped my

arm across her tiny waist and undid her seatbelt before looping my arm around her waist and dragging

her onto my lap. She growls, and I purr back at her. She would not escape me so easily. My hand snuck

under her shirt to rest on her lower belly. The slightest bump fit in the palm of my hand. She sighs and

relaxes against me as i caressed it. I couldn’t wait to watch her belly grow with our child, I couldn’t wait to

see what sort of mother she would be. I wanted a big family, and I wondered whether she shared the

same thoughts.

To me, her scent was like a balm, soothing yet also teasing, making my mouth water. She smelled sweet,

cherry, and vanilla, and I couldn’t explain the strange urges her scent enticed. I have never liked sweets,

yet her scent was addictive and inviting. She smelled delicious.

So I couldn’t help the purr that slipped out and vibrated against her back. My calling works every time,

and I love how she melts under it. At least, that is one thing I will always have that she can’t resist. I bury

my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

My cock grows hard beneath her, and I was glad Abbie didn’t come. I felt like I hardly got time with her

alone anymore, so having her so close and all mine, I couldn’t resist the temptation her flesh was

offering. My fingertips draw circles on her skin before teasing the waistband of her tights. My purr grew

louder, and I could feel the effect I was having on her. Her arousal through the bond was intense and

perfumed the small space in the limousine. Her scent became overwhelming. I was supposed to be

distracting her and calming her, and all I managed was to work myself up.

“Kyson! Damian and Trey are in the front!” she hisses, gripping my wrist and trying to stop it from slipping

lower. Ignoring her, I slip my hand beneath the waistband and cup her warm pussy with my hand.

“Kyson!” she squeaks, while squirming on my lap. I groan as her ass brushes against my erection.

Stroking the seam of her wet lower lips, she could deny me all she wanted, but she couldn’t hide the

feeling I was enticing out of her.

Azalea squirms as my fingers tease her folds, drawing out moisture with each brush across her slit.

“Hmm,”hum before shoving my finger inside her.

Any words of protest she did have, die off as my thumb gently rubs against her swollen clit. Her legs

open wider for me, and I chuckle, kissing her shoulder and withdrawing my finger that was slick with her

arousal before sliding it back in and curling it deep within her. Her inner walls clench around my finger,

and she moans softly, and her head rolls back against my shoulder as she gives in to the feeling i was

building up with the friction.

However, it was short-lived when I heard the screech of tires, and the limo slowed. I arowl, peering out

my window, and Azalea scrambles on my lap. My hand slides out of her pants, and an angered growl

leaves me as the car comes to an abrupt stop. We were stopped by the side of the road, just outside the

pack borders and men surrounded the vehicle.

Snarling, I hear Damian get out of the car and listen to him talking 10 Alpha Dean’s men, who were trying

to refuse us entry. Reaching for the

door handle, I toss it open and climb out. Six werewolves were arguing with him about there not being

any announcement of our arrival. My aura slios out as 1 stare at the man with his gun pointed at

Damian’s chest, Damian snarts, unflinching, and daring the man to pull the trigger

Mesue?” I ask, shutting the door behind me. The other men were smart enough to back up, but one snitt

of the air, and I could tell this man was the Beta. His scent was more substantial than the others.

would have thought after your Alpha’s experience with stepping out of line and giving my men orders,

that the rest of you would have more sense. Apparently not!” I tell the man while coming up behind

Damian. His mud brown) flick to me over Damian’s shoulder and he swallows. The other five had

scampered off, leaving the Beta to fend for himself when they realized they were dealing with Lycan’s

and not random fleabag werewolves with no authority or rights.

The man glances around, his curly brown hair blowing in his face when he realizes his pack members

had abandoned him.

“No issue, my King. I didn’t recognize you,” he stammers. Lie, the flags on the front of the limo showed

our immunity.

“Did you have trouble recognizing my Beta too?” I ask. He pales, glancing at Damian, who held his

signature smirk.

“Tum… The Alpha, he..” the man babbles like an idiot.

“Your Alpha what? Told you to ignore hierarchy? To hold a gun to a Lycan’s chest?” I ask the man

“He said not to let anyone in without notifying him first,” the man stammers. Damian glances at me

“Even the king’s guard?” I asked. The man nods his head.

“Yes, Said that we must be prepared after last time. Two of your men killed the butcher and Mrs. Daley

and kidnapped two rogue children,” he says

“You mean the pedophile I sent them here to kill? And the headmistress that mistreated your Queen?” I

ask the man. The man shakes his head.

“They were good people,” he claims, and my eyebrows rise into my hairline.

“Good people don’t rape and sell little girls!” I sneered, and he opened his mouth and closed it quickly.

His hand trembled and I snatched the gun from his grip before he accidentally set it off, I fuck it down the

back of my pants before punching him, and Damian whistles and leans against the hood. Nothing

angered me more than this twit thinking he could deny my men from entering pack lands that were under

my rule.

He grunts, clutching his nose as blood sprayed out everywhere. “Do not forget your place, Mutt! And it

will always be beneath a Lycan’s feet! You dare tell my men they can’t enter on the ground I own again

and I will have you tossed out and made rogue. Then you will see how your Alpha treats rogues,” I tell

him. He nods, his eyes darting to Damian before he mutters an apology, and I turn, shaking my head and

climbing back in the car.

Now, why are Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock so worried about my men and me coming here? Maybe this

trip wouldn’t be so pointless after all.