His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 112 – “Sleep on the bed if you want. I promise I will remain here,” I tell him. Dustin shakes his head. Instead, follows me toward the couch. I retrieve my tablet and open it up and book before deciding to do something educational. Dustin stood there watching me, and l raised an eyebrow at him.

“You are supposed to be sleeping,” I tell him, patting the couch. He purses his lips.

‘Don’t make me try to order you. It will probably just embarrass me when I can’t,” I chuckle, and his lips tug in the corners, but he reluctantly sits, and I chuck the throw blanket over him.

“Now, sleep,” I tell him.

“Yes, boss,” he laughed, closing his eyes. It didn’t take him long before he fell asleep, and after an hour, he fell sideways into me, his head resting in my lap while I was trying to work out how to do the strange letter in the book. It had a dash above it, but I couldn’t figure it out on the tablet. Giving up, I move to the following sentence when Damian comes in, and I hold a finger to my lips, pointing to Dustin asleep.

“He should be on guard,” Damian growls, and I growl back at him.

“Thirty-six hours he has been rostered on for,” I snap at him, and he seems taken aback.

“No, Trey is his relief,” Damian says, looking at Dustin.

“Trey was here earlier. Dustin didn’t trust him and sent him off.” Damian seemed confused but sighed.

“Fine, I will speak with Dustin when he wakes; I brought your lunch up,” Damian says, passing me a plate. I sit my plate on the arm of the armchair.

“The King?”

straightened his black shirt, which had bread

take me to see-” Damian holds up a hand, cutting

answer is no, l have to go with the King to check out

King said he would take you on the weekend. He will, Azalea,

patient when I know she is in

King said she

becoming angry. Why won’t they

I don’t know what

said,” I growl,

d**n reasons? I just want to see her, that’s it. If she is fine, I will apologize for

table before carefully

“Azalea?”

there are plenty of others here who can,” I tell him before stomping off

telling me I should leave him be. That he was in a mood! I roll my eyes and pull my arm from

door open, I stepped inside to find Kyson by the window. Whiskey in his hand. He looks at

“Everything okay?” Kyson asks.

arm, and Kyson snarls ferociously, making him let

I ask Kyson, who was glaring at Damian. Kyson turns his attention to me before waving me over

flopping heavily into it, his whiskey sloshing over the sides of his glass. I take it from him, placing it on the lamp table beside him