His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 75 – As I struggled to catch my breath, my breathing was harsh and raspy when I saw the guards running in our direction down the steep hill leading from the castle.

“I’m going to turn you around. Don’t push down on me,” Kyson growled, and I could feel the movement of his legs behind me as he tread water. He turned me around, and my legs locked around him, but he grabbed them, pulling me up higher so he could still move his legs freely.

He sighed, pressing his head against my collarbone, and my teeth chattered.

“Why would you get in the d**n water if you couldn’t swim?” he breathed out angrily. His tight grip and the way he trembled made me realize how angry he truly was. While I was too busy learning how to breathe again to care too much about his rage.

“The swan was tangled,” I said before coughing; my throat and nose were burning with each breath.

“You nearly k****d yourself for a d**n swan?” he snapped at me.

“I fell in,” I growled angrily at him. Who in their right mind would deliberately jump in the water when they can’t swim? My fingers dug into his shoulder when he floated onto his back; the guards on the hill had stopped, though kept a watchful eye on us until the King waved them away. King Kyson growls at them and I held onto him as the King moved further out. The water was soothing on my skin, my lungs not so much.

“How can you not know how to swim?” he said with a shake of his head, like he was appalled at this information. I don’t bother answering, and he growls.

day or get Damian or Gannon too,” he stated, but I was fine never going near the water again, preferring

untangle from him now, just wanting to hop out when he suddenly pulled my hands from his shoulders when we were just over halfway to the other side. I freaked out, kicking and trying to reach him as the King moved

thinking I was drowning when I realized the water here was only knee deep, and my face heated at my idiocy. Kyson laughed at my

grabbing me. He shook his head and clicked his

sleep in and left the room without me,” he growled before

over me, and I sighed instead of fighting against it, and he leaned his face closer, his lips molding around mine. Turning

fighting it,” he snarled, breaking the soft skin on my lip when he bit harder. I wondered how he could stand to touch me after the horrible things my mother did; I wanted the bond before he broke it, and now I no longer felt worthy of it. The King sighed before pecking my lips and pulling

he whispered, and I nodded, I was just happy to get out of the water. The King

wanting to warm up. Goosebumps covered my skin, and the cold had started to sink into my bones, making them ache

my throat as he dipped his face into the crook of my neck; he purred softly. My eyes fluttered shut before I shook my head, fighting

with mine, and his hand moved from neck to

you keep fighting it?” he murmured against my lips. How could he ask that? He shouldn’t want the bond, not with me, anyway. He growled, nipping at my lips. The calling washed over me like a tidal wave before I could resist it or stamp the urges down. I bit him, and he groaned, my teeth raking down his flesh, and I knew it was his doing, knew he was using it against me, and