His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 56 – Kyson POV

The carpet had been paced so many times by my feet I was wearing it down. My fingers throbbed and ached, and I growled. My entire being vibrated with the urge to track her down, knowing she was just on the other side of the castle and the cause of my pain. It had been two days since I last laid eyes on her, and the bond was dulling.

I wanted it gone, busying myself with work, but it was near impossible when my f*****g hand wouldn’t stop throbbing. Annoyed, I growled, reaching for the bottle, my vice, when I felt like I was losing what control I had. We should be investigating the recent deaths, but the bridge remained closed. So relief flooded me when Gannon stepped into the room to report it was now open. I needed to get out of this place and away from Damian. He had been incessantly annoying me to go see her.

“Bridge has reopened, my King,” I nod, pouring some whiskey into my glass before downing it. “Get the cars ready; we are leaving,” I told him without looking over at him as I poured another drink.

“Yes, my King, but Ivy,” he started to say.

“Do not speak her name,” I bellowed, tossing m glass across the room. It exploded, smashing against the brickwork around the fireplace, the glass shattering everywhere. Gannon was unflinching in my anger used to it. However, I was on the verge of exploding. He would run then; they all did.

“As I was saying, she has not left the closet in two days. No one can get into her room or near her, not even Abbie. She hasn’t eaten, and her fretting is getting worse.” Gannon said, ignoring me.

“Not my problem. I let her back into the castle. Tell Damian to deal with her.” I snapped, annoyed at their worry for her. She was a traitor’s daughter.

“My King, your Queen,”

“She is not your Queen; she never will be,” I snarled. Gannon growled before turning and walking out. My shoulders sagged as he left, and I clenched my hand, my fingers aching before opening the mind-link.

“Dustin, have the car ready. You drive with me today,” I tell him.

King, Beta Damian

me, send a maid in to clean up the glass in my

and Abbie were excitedly talking about something, and Abbie was glowing vibrantly and nearly bouncing on the spot. The groceries in her arms nearly toppled out of the basket she carried. Clarice tried to get her to contain her excitement over whatever it was that had her bouncing

stood off near the doors glaring angrily at the wall, and I would have to ask him later what he was so angry about in such a brief span of time, Surely, his anger wasn’t because of our

the town before nightfall, Eager to put a stop to those k*****g all these rogue children and their families. Gannon followed me silently; his anger I could feel brewing behind me only made the throbbing in my hand worse. Bringing the pulse in my hand

“For f**k’s sake, can someone send a doctor to look

and Clarice dropped the bag in her hands. My anger diffused, and my burning hatred dissolved as my Lycan side settled. It was becoming too much. Gannon’s mood also changed, and Clarice stood quivering beside me, and

one can get close to her. We have tried, my King,” Clarice murmured. Her voice trembled, and l glanced at the woman. Her face was pale from the fright I

throbbing was sending me insane. The fact she wasn’t allowing anyone in was pissing me off. Does she not know I can f*****g feel it? Days I had been complaining and asking them to tend to her. With a snarl, I turned and stalked

Gannon,” I

King,” he said, clenching his jaw. The man was tempting my rage to come forth again. They all were pushing

but they would never be

walking, his hand falling from my shoulder as I

“My King,” Gannon called.

the steps before turning in the opposite

the double doors leading into the room. I shoved them open, and Gannon tried

I ordered. The command gripped him instantly. They may have the pact to uphold, but they couldn’t fight a direct

was dark. The c******s closed, and I reached over and flicked on the light. Shocked at the state of the room. The mattress was torn to shreds; the linens shredded. Plates sat by the door, still full like they merely slid the trays through the gap. The stench was horrendous from the rotting food, and I gagged before picking up the trays and opening the door. I thrust them toward Gannon,