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.

Beta Damian

maid in to clean up

my King,” he says, and I cut off the link. After retrieving my wallet and phone, I grabbed my jacket before leaving the room and heading downstairs. I chuck my jacket to Dustin, who catches it by placing it over his arm. Clarice 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

the doors glaring angrily at the wall, and I would have to

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 back to the forefront of my mind and

“For f**k’s sake, can someone send a doctor to look at her f*****g hand?” I roared before twisting and punching the

burning hatred dissolved as my Lycan side settled. It was becoming too

murmured. Her voice trembled, and l glanced at the woman. Her face was pale from

I can f*****g feel it? Days I had been complaining and asking them to tend to her. With a snarl, I turned and

Gannon,”

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

part, making them swear to that pact it would override me every d**n time, but they would never be a match for the beast that lived in me. No one was a match for the Lycan King. They knew it too, but I knew they would d*e for her, no matter who brought

his hand falling from my shoulder as I stalked toward the

“My King,” Gannon called.

up the steps before turning in the opposite direction of my quarters to go to my

hunted her down before approaching the double doors leading into the room. I shoved them open, and Gannon

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

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