His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 79 – Kyson POV

I felt sick knowing Ivy wasn’t beside me where I could touch her and feel her warmth as I stalked through the halls searching for Gannon who wasn’t answering the Mindlink. Every cell in my body called out to her, telling me to go back to my mate and covet her away from the rest of the world. However, I had to remember Ivy didn’t want that. I wasn’t even sure if she wanted me after the heartache, I caused her. One thing was becoming more evident to me, though, her instincts were growing stronger, and I knew she would soon shift. It was inevitable, and I was just waiting for it to happen.

“Where are you?” Damian rushed through the mind link, making me halt my steps in the middle of the corridor.

“Looking for Gannon, I need to speak to him about Abbie,” I told him, jogging down the steps toward his room.

“He’s with me. Come to the office; it’s important,” Damian said, cutting off the link abruptly. I growled, turning on my heel and stalking toward the front of the castle to my office. Pushing it open, Damian had boxes of files scattered all over the floor. Dustin was also rummaging through paperwork, and l spotted Gannon passed out drunk in a chair by the window. The smell of liquor hung heavily in the air, and it was so unlike Gannon to get himself into this sort of state. Clucking my tongue. I turned my attention to Damian and Dustin just as Dustin handed Damian what appeared to be a picture.

“Here’s another one,”

“How the f**k did we not figure this out?” Damian muttered under his breath. He suddenly ran his arm over my desk, swiping everything off it, and it crashed to the floor as he and Dustin started setting out documents and pictures.

“Marissa isn’t her mother; you were right,” Damian said, and I walked over to the table.

“The man pretending to be Ivy’s father Jason Clenton was King Garret and Queen Tatiana’s gardener. Marissa was a staff member inside the castle, but everyone assumed she was a cleaner or cook. We could never find any documentation of what position she applied for,” Damian said while sliding a document over to me.

“Okay, but did you find anything on Azalea?” I asked him.

have her birth certificate, but we have this,” Dustin said, handing me an application form for a

gardener position?” I ask, shaking my head, wondering what this was

at Marissa’s files we never thought to check anyone else’s, assuming they were k****d when she opened the

dated three days after Azalea was born. Dustin hands me another document. It was our old staff applications. Inside were her identity documents, a criminal history which was squeaky clean, but down the bottom was a part saying. Applicant admits she has a

7 when Marissa started working here. 9, when my sister died, which wasn’t long

missing, which matches everything else; your sister was k****d 7 years later, making Azalea 9 at

in the shed. They were mainly working diaries with appointments, and that was stuffed down the bottom. Dustin and I

and I gasped. A picture of a small child sitting on the Queen’s lap eating a strawberry from her mother’s fingertips was crammed between the pages. Marissa stood nearby in the background, watching them in her uniform. “That was taken two days before the

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is Azalea, and you’re positive?” I asked, wanting to be 100% sure this time everything. However, even her instincts, so many things clicked into place, and I couldn’t understand how I was so blinded to what was right in front of me this entire time. We assumed she was a werewolf because that’s what Ivy thought she was, what she was listed in

Damian said while pointing to the following line in the diary, which listed Azalea’s meal plan, her feed times, and routine all inside this little diary. Along with identifying characteristics, height, weight measurements, and mentioning a birthmark. A strawberry-shaped birthmark on her inner left t***h along the crease at the apex of her legs. My

she had warned to her husband about Marissa,” Dustin said, turning the diary

instead of using her name. She was also whipped three times on separate occasions when she was caught telling

I also wished I was right, not wanting her to be too

Damian folded his arms, watching me before rubbing his chin. Dustin fell back in the chair he was sitting in and scrubbed both hands down his

out. She’ll forgive you,” Damian

wood creaked and groaned, splitting down the middle whilst I tried to

should have figured it out,” Damian said, and Dustin nodded, putting