His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 107 – Azalea POV

Kyson refused to listen and said I was being unreasonable and that she probably forgot to say it back. However, I knew she said it to alert me something was wrong. I know Abbie, and she always says it back. Kyson said he would take me to see her on the weekend. That was not good enough for me; today was Monday, and I was unwilling to wait that long.

Although I had no choice with the heat ravaging me painfully, and I could not even move, it swept over me like a tidal wave, crippling pain the longer I denied it and showed no signs of easing.

“This is ridiculous, Azalea. You are in pain. Let me ease it,” Kyson snapped at me as he reached over and gripped my shoulder, trying to roll me onto my back.

His touch burned, lust trying to consume me, and all l wanted to do was bathe in his scent, craving his touch and him like he was an antidote to crippling agony rushing through my nerve endings and making my entire body b**n and ache for him. Sweat glistened on my skin and drenched my hair. My pillow is soaked as I squirm in pain. No matter how I lay, I could not get comfortable.

“Bring Abbie home,” I snarl while curling up in a ball on my side and facing away from him. I bring my knees to my chest, trying to ease some of the pain, though nothing works. Kyson growls. Yet I ignore him. My stomach was cramping, and his scent was driving me insane. My burning anger was enough to keep me sane and determined not to give in to instinct until he either sent someone to get her or took me there himself. I refused to give in.

to claw at my chest, the bond refusing to settle, wanting me to go to my mate, urging me to mate and mark him, promising to

pins me, moves on top of me, and pushes his body between my legs, bearing his weight down, effectively trapping me beneath him. My skin tingles where his hands gripped my wrists.

I bite him as hard as possible. Kyson growls ferociously as he

urge to shiver and fail miserably. His breath was on my neck as he panted in anger, his grip on my wrist tight as a vise as

I had never heard from him before. His tongue laves at my neck, and he breathes heavily before he presses his face into my neck, rubbing his face

upset over my accusation. “Then get off me,” I retorted, and his eyes flickered, his body rippling as he fought

into the bed where he gripped my wrists, but he reluctantly rolled off me, only to yank me on top of him,

At least try to lessen your discomfort. Your heat affects me to Azalea,” he snarled, holding me against him, and I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he was a lot stronger than me, his arms becoming restraints, and after struggling for a few seconds. I relaxed,

heat. It was like having the worst fever. My skin was blistering hot, and my insides felt like I was boiling from the inside out. A sigh escapes me, and

I promise I will take you to her,

his skin before realizing what I was doing and