His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 76 – Kyson POV

Ivy was driving me up the wall; I couldn’t even kick the d**n door down because I didn’t know if she was directly behind it or not. All night I waited, and d**n did she test my patience as I swallowed down the amber liquid, letting it scorch the back of my throat while I glared at the door.

Moving off the bed and away from my stare off with the closet door separating me from her. I meandered toward the small bar area in the corner, growling and muttering under my breath as l poured the last remnants from the bottle into my glass.

Her discomfort was beginning to make me nervous, her scent growing stronger as it permeated from under the door. Grabbing my glass, I moved back toward the bed, pausing for a second by the bookshelf. My eyes moved over the shelf before spotting the book we were reading before everything turned to s**t. Moving the small jewelry box off the shelf, I accidentally dropped it, the lid cracking open, and the music started playing. Bending down, I scooped the small box off the ground when I noticed an engraving on the side of it. The inscription was only small in the back corner of the small box.

Azalea. I. Landenna.

12.3.2004

Love Mum & Dad.

My brows furrowed, and I glanced over at the door. Ivy and Azalea shared the same birthday. Shaking my head, I place the box before looking back at the door and grabbing the book off the shelf before moving to sit by the door. I opened it up to where the ribbon lay between the pages before reading aloud. Her growls and snarls quietened, and after about 5 minutes, I heard her move within the confines of her closet.

I knew she was cozy, yet I could also sense her discomfort at being there. It was a weird sensation to feel from her. Almost as if it was her safe place but also a place that tormented her. Her emotions fluctuated between peace and panic, and I knew she was claustrophobic. Had witnessed her distress not only through the bond when she nested last time but also seen it for myself. Yet as much as she hated the closet. It was almost as if she was scared of the outside world past the door.

All noises stopped inside the closet, and I could hear her heart pounding as she drew nearer to listen to the words I spoke. My purr reverberated around the room, echoing off the walls as I called her to come to me. Her anger and fear amplified as she fought a war within herself. Fighting against my calling for her, I toned it down a little, giving her the choice to fight it or answer it, yet still encouraging her to come to me. However, reading simultaneously was also a little tricky trying to maintain both tasks. Coughing, I took a sip of my drink before resting my head back against the wall.

“If you come out, I will read to you,” I told her. She didn’t answer straight away. When she did, it wasn’t the answer I was hoping for.

will use the bond against me,”

are my bond Ivy,” I tell her, turning my head to look at the

how she could fight so hard against it, refuse me when I was hers as

it,” she said, and the

I am trying to fix it,” I replied, closing my eyes as

just yours to

am trying to fix it,” I

what if I don’t want you

that Ivy, I won’t let you go again,” I told her, becoming annoyed that she dared challenge our bond. I didn’t understand what she wanted. She wanted the bond. I broke it, and now I am trying to fix it. What more

else to hate me for. Or I do something you don’t like, then you will cast me aside because you can, and

me,” she whispered so softly I

it was there,” I snapped at her; I b****y healed it, for

hand, Kyson. I know you didn’t do that on purpose.” I growled, annoyed, shaking

months on end. They hurt, but they also mend when the skin closes over. After you’re left with a scar, a distant memory of what was once painful. Yet that hurt ends,” she pauses, and I pick up

you have any idea how humiliating it is to allow yourself to trust someone, only for them to throw

to finish, or are you going to make me guess?” I asked her, gripping

you made me believe I could find that with you. That I was free to choose that place. Freedom. My version of freedom for years was d***h. I was ready to d*e on that podium that day, be set free. Convinced it would be better than the life handed to us. Then you

The ultimate puppet master with a g*d complex I can’t compete against. You took it, and I wished for freedom again. I wished

power to send me back to a place when the only freedom I will long for is d***h,” I bit my tongue and swallowed,