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.

Damian or Gannon too,” he stated, but I was fine never

I let my legs 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

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

chuckled before bending down and grabbing me. He

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

he nodded but said nothing. He gripped my chin gently with his fingertips, tilting my face toward his. The calling washed over me, and I sighed instead of fighting against it, and he leaned his face closer, his lips molding around mine. Turning my face away, he growled before gripping my chin tighter and forcing my mouth open so he could kiss me. His tongue swept over my lips before he nibbled on my bottom one. He then

touch me after the horrible things my mother did; I wanted the bond before he broke it, and now I no longer felt

get out of the water. The King led me back toward the castle, and I shivered at the coldness of the breeze caressing my goose-bumped

to run a bath, wanting to warm up. Goosebumps covered my skin, and the cold

my hip. I went to protest when he grabbed my hip tighter, tugging me back against him, his other hand going to my throat

his tongue tangling with mine, and his hand moved from neck to my breast as he squeezed it, only to

nipping at my lips. The calling washed over me like a tidal wave before I could resist it or stamp the