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.

the

head to look at the door handle. I

the bond?” I asked her, wondering how she could fight so hard against it,

the sadness through the bond

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

wasn’t just yours to break,”

I am trying

if I

are mine; I meant 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

you find something else to hate me for. Or I do something you don’t like, then you will

she whispered so softly I nearly missed

was there,” I snapped

talking about my hand, Kyson. I know you didn’t

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 my glass, draining the last of it about to break the handle and drag her out, tired of

how humiliating it is to allow yourself to trust someone, only for them to throw it in your face?”

to finish, or are you going to make me guess?” I asked her, gripping the door handle; the metal creased as my grip

to get my hopes up. Mrs. Daley taught me to know my place, and 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

were already d**d waiting for our vessels to d*e, and you gave us our names back, our lives back, for a while anyway. Then just as quickly as you gave it to me, you took it away. 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 you left me to d*e that day;

nothing haunts me more than knowing you have the power to send me back to a place when the only freedom I will long