His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His Found lycan Luna Chapter 65 We stepped into a courtyard I had never been in before. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Ester tied

with her hands chained above her head to the wall. Her clothes were torn at the back from where the

whip had slashed her flesh, yet the wounds were healed, and she panted.

Kyson growls, and anger coursed through the bond. Peter stood with a whip in his hands that he swift ly

dropped, shaking his head and looking at Kyson pleadingly. Clarice stood off to the side, nibbling her fin

gernails. The skin on her face had tears trekking down it and dripping off her chin.

Though Trey’s expressionless face as he stared at Peter shocked me the most. This was his sister, and

he showed no care for her at all. It was shocking to see.

“Again! You have twenty more, Peter.” he snarls, stalking over to him and snatching the whip from the

ground. He thrusts it at Peter, who flinches away from him. Bile rose up my throat, and I looked at Kyson

squeezing his hand, and he turned his head, looking at me.

“It’s only twenty,” I tell him, and Ester glanced over her shoulder at me. Her face flushed red, and she

panted before, looking at Kyson.

“Hurry up, Peter. Finish it!” Kyson’snaps.

“Prick.” Thiss under my breath, and Kyson growls, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

“Watch your tone,” he whispers next to my ear. – –

“Watch yours.” I retorted, ripping my arm from his grip. I make my way over to Clarice, who explains Es

ter was taking it rather well, and Kyson overhearing that, did not sound impressed.

He walked over to Liam and talked to him before Liam walked off. Though I was quite shocked at how

fast Ester was healing. The moment the whip pulled away, her skin closed. Being whipped was one

thing. Seeing someone else made my skin prickle and itch…

I couldn’t stand the sound of the crack being made, the way it whipped through the air, the sound of

tearing flesh. Flashbacks smashed me as I tried to block them out, and I wanted nothing more than to

run. At this moment, I truly hated Kyson. Hated who he had become.

Yet once Peter finished, her skin was red and angry but no longer bleeding. That seemed to bother

Kyson. He wanted blood, and plenty stained the stone ground, yet he was not sated by it. For the most

part, I stared at the rose bushes, blocking out what was going around me until I heard Ester shriek when

Liam walked in with a bucket. The potent scent of Wolfsbane reached my nose, and Clarice whimpered

beside me, and I sat up straighter.

“Kyson!” I hissed. He growls, I know they need to be punished, but this seemed excessive even for him. I

watched in horror as he dipped the whip in the bucket, and my heart lodged in my throat, and tears

sprung to my eyes as he pulled it out. The cracking sound sent spray everywhere and her scream I felt to

my core.

One scream and it sent me back to a dark place and had me twisting where I sat on the edge of the

garden. The contents of my stomach spewed out into the garden. Kyson, though, was almost rabid, not

car ing he made me sick.

Not caring for her screams or Peter’s begging. He wasn’t present, lost in his anger, and by the 100th

one, Ester hung limply in the chains, yet still, he didn’t stop. I was trapped in the darkest parts of my

mind. The darkest places I thought I would never be trapped in again. Only this time, my mate’s actions

trapped me there until Clarice shrieked beside me.

Her hands that held me gripped me tighter. And Peter’s blood-curdling scream made goosebumps rise,

and my ears rang loudly, ripping me out of my own head that was tormenting me. Peter lay on the

ground, and Kyson stood over him with the whip in his hand. Ester was a bloody mess, and I could have

sworn that some of the white meaty-looking bits of her back were exposed bone.

“Leave him,” Ester breathed. Yet she couldn’t move to lift her head. I gaped at the scene before me. Pe

ter clutched his face. That was bleeding profusely. Kyson was enraged and, at some time, had shifted.

1 swallowed as he breathed heavily, and the nearby gardener was pale as a ghost as he looked at Peter

and Ester. He reached forward, gripping Peter’s arms.

“Please, no more! She can’t take anymore! Let me take her place.” Peter pleaded.

“No!” Clarice shrieked.

Kyson snarled, his upper lip pulling back over his teeth, and a sinister glint was in his black obsidian

eyes. He tilts his head to the side,

T’ll allow it,”

“He is a boy!” The gardener defended. I had no idea when he got here, but he obviously cared for Peter.

“He can’t even heal!” Kyson shrugs, turning back to Ester. The whip cracked in the air, and her scream

made my blood run cold when Peter escaped the gardener’s clutches and tossed himself in front of his

mother. Trey clenched his jaw and looked ahead, the only sign that he disagreed with Kyson’s actions.

He was controlled solely now by his rage and hate for the pair. I saw him raise the whip, and I never

even regis tered the movement as I tossed myself in front of my brother.

Peter couldn’t heal, I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t allow Kyson to kill them. The sentence he gave Ester turned

lethal when he had Liam bring out the Wolfsbane. Enough was enough.

I felt the sharp tendrils of fiery pain split up my back and tear my dress and shoulder. I hissed, and my

back arched, but I gripped Peter, managing to stay upright as my own scream reverberated around the

area.

Pain licked up my spine, and I clenched my teeth when I heard a roar. Gold flecks flitted brightly, taint ing

my vision, and a collective gasp was heard when suddenly Trey smashed into the wall beside Ester. I

turned to see Liam trying to hold Kyson back, and I realized Trey had attacked my mate. Trey got to his

feet, and my command rolled over him moments later.

“Stand down!” I snapped at him, and he whimpered, yet just that simple command made me suck in a

harsh breath as I turned to face my mate, who was now staring in horror at me. He takes a step toward

me with outstretched hands before shaking his head.

“Move!”

“She has suffered enough!”I seethed through clenched teeth.

“When I say she has,” Kyson growled, challenging me, but I refused to move. I nod toward the gardener,

who comes over a grabs Peter, dragging him away when I start undoing the front of my dress.

“Fine then. I will take her place.”I tell him, popping the buttons on my dress.

“No!” Kyson snarls.

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“You would have allowed Peter. And Peter, I won’t allow it. Therefore, he takes his mother’s place, and I

take his. So which is Kyson?” | tell him, letting my dress fall to the ground, leaving me in just my undergar

ments. Everyone averts their gaze, as I knew they would. Ester groans, and I glance at her and swallow

when I see her flesh sizzling. It must hurt. The one lashing down mine seared up my spine like wildfire,

and I wanted to douse my back with water.

“Azalea, move!” and I do. I turn around, offering my back to him, and he gasps where he had struck me

instead of Peter. I knew what he saw. Years and years of healed lash marks and one like Ester now had

carved in her back.

“Azalea!” Kyson snarls, and I hear him come behind me, his long furry fingers wrapping around my arm

as he grabs me and spins me to face him.

“What is Kyson? Can’t bear to see your mark on my flesh yet revel in hers? No! I won’t allow it!”

“Then I kill her.” he sneers, and Peter screams.

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“You said lashes! You are already killing her. Look at her!” I screamed furiously in his face. He seemed

taken aback but did look at her back, her flesh torn open and blood pooling at her feet.

“Enough. Or I take her place,” I tell him, and he looks at me. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the fury

behind them, the argument I knew that was coming, but here with witnesses, he refused to give a show

to them. He wanted us a united front, but I would not stand by this a moment more. I never agreed in the

first place but understood it had to happen, but he said he wouldn’t kill her and any more would.

We stood off, neither of us willing to bow to the other, and the air between us became tense.

“No, your place, my King. Landeena’s word is final.”

“Not over me. It’s not my queen. You may be Landeena, but I am your mate, and Alpha hierarchy still

holds weight,” he snarls.

“Want to test that theory?” | asked him, though it was a test. I had come to notice he would back down

when my title came into play, making me realize I was so much stronger than him. He seemed surprised,

and his eyebrows rose, yet my assumption was correct hierarchy the Alpha was always most assertive,

the most dominant in a mate bond but not against a Landeena, and that realization was eye-opening

when he took a step back from me.

“Just remember, you may have power. That doesn’t mean you know how to use it.”

“Yet, Kyson, not yet, but I think you and I both know you are dreading the day I do,” I tell him, and he

growls.

“Release her he snaps before turning his gaze back to me. “Cover up,” he snaps, turning on his heel and

storming off.