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 room,” I tell him, cutting

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

respectably, bearing her neck to me. Gannon stood off near the doors glaring angrily at the wall, and I

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

duffle bag, obviously having escaped the gushing Abbie. “For f**k’s sake, can someone send a doctor to look

flared up my arm, 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 I sighed,

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

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

your place, Gannon,” I

was tempting my rage to

for her, their rogue f*****g Queen I haven’t even marked. Complete idiocy on my 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

kept walking, his hand falling from my shoulder as I stalked toward the castle

“My King,” Gannon called.

steps before turning in the opposite direction of

long strides as I hunted her down before approaching the double doors leading into the room. I shoved them open,

couldn’t fight

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