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?”

says. He straightened his black shirt, which had bread crumbs on it from

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

is no, l have to go with the King to check out something. We will be gone

“The King said he would take you on

patient when I know she is

said

an act!” I growl, becoming angry. Why won’t they believe

don’t know what else to say,

I growl, glaring

he has reasons, why not tell me those d**n reasons? I just want to see her, that’s it. If

the coffee table before carefully slipping out from

“Azalea?”

of others here who can,” I tell him before stomping off out of

after me as I stalk down to the office, telling me I should leave him be. That he was in a mood! I roll my

looks at me and smiles, his eyes going over my shoulder as

“Everything okay?” Kyson asks.

Azalea back to her room,” Damian says, grabbing my arm, and Kyson snarls ferociously, making him let go. He shakes his head, and his eyes flicker.

attention to me before waving me

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 just as Kyson grabbed me, hauling me onto his lap. He buries