His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna By Jessica Hall Chapter 72

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 72 – Kyson POV

Clarice lied to me; she knew where lvy was, but she did not check in like she was supposed to, which infuriated me.

“Where is she?” I snapped at her, and she took a step back from me.

“Outside helping Peter,” Clarice told me.

“I will deal with you when I get back,” I said, turning toward my guards.

“F*****g find her,” I ordered them, and they took off.

“She isn’t doing anything wrong, my King; she is only helping clean the graves,” Clarice said in Ivy’s defense. Hearing that only infuriates me further.

“You let the daughter of their k****r, clean their graves, the disrespect, Clarice, f*****g think,” I roared at her, and she narrowed her eyes at me before pointing an accusing finger at me.

to me like that. That girl is not her mother, and if you are too blind to see it, then you have no right being her mate,” she snarled at me. My fist

Claire,” I growled at the mention of my sister’s name, and I felt the urge to shift rush through every cell in my body, making my skin vibrate. Turning on my heel, I walked out

them, I growl when I don’t see them grabbing her. Searching the rows, I find her at the last one and stop beside her. I growl, and she looks up when I notice her hands. Her fingertips were bleeding, and she was covered in mud, the heat emanating off

me before turning back to the grave. Grabbing the scrubbing brush back, I tossed it in the bucket. The

Damian snarled through

don’t interfere when I am dealing with her,” I

gripping her arms. She

drag her toward the castle, but she started thrashing and managed to yank out of my grip. “Ivy!” I snapped at her disobedience, reaching for her, about to toss

her, now step back,” I ordered as she grabbed the scrubbing brush before she frantically started scrubbing. She hiccupped a cry, making

her hands. However, her following words made me realize something was wrong; I should have paid attention to

her. I swallowed down the emotion that tried to choke me upon seeing her frantically scrub the skin off her fingers as she

mother never shed tears over the lives she took. Ivy was not that sort of monster, and the guilt on her face was proof of that. I didn’t know how to help her. Looking at her like this, I

down beside her, I grab her hands, dropping

Tears

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