His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 114 – Kyson POV

I had n idea what came over me; I almost attacked her. Her heat is still intense despite her no longer suffering its effects. I didn’t mean to snap at her, but I would have bent her over my desk if she didn’t leave. It took twenty minutes before I calmed enough to shift back. I snatch the bottle of whiskey off the lamp table and swig from it.

“You b****y idiot, are you trying to get yourself k****d!” I snap at him.

“I’m sorry, I thought you had control, or I wouldn’t have grabbed her,” I click my tongue and curse, shaking my head before tipping the bottle to my lips.

“Just let me explain to her,” Damian says and I shake my head. “No, I want her to give herself to me when she wants to, not because she feels forced because my life is at risk,” I tell him.

“Kyson?”

“The injection only lasts two days. We have some leeway. Azalea will change her mind,” I tell him, not so sure she would.

“And if she doesn’t?” I bite the inside of my lip.

“She will,”

“If she doesn’t, I tell her,” he snarls, and I growl at him.

“You d*e, then what? You let her live with that guilt. No one can protect her the way you do, Kyson. Think it through.”

“I don’t want her to feel obligated,” I tell him.

“I won’t let you d*e, and neither will she!” he snaps. Damian tosses me some pants and a shirt, realizing l was still naked. I take them, slipping them on and doing up the buttons. “We should leave. I want to get back before tomorrow,”

“We shouldn’t go, not while you’re like this,”

stuffing it into my pocket. I push the doors open and walk out toward the front of the castle. I needed to be away from her for a

door, I stumble, vertigo washing over me, and the room tilted and slanted, making me stumble. My hand goes out, catching myself on the wall before I pass out. A cold sweat causes sweat to bead on the

grips my upper arm, I blink, trying to force

we will be gone only 12 hours max,

disapprovingly but says nothing as

be here before we

Azalea POV

the door. I looked toward it before

I worried my lip between my teeth as I got to my feet and walked over to the door.

bring your food to you, so you will sit with Clarice,” Trey tells me, and I nod, slipping out the door.

to the jams and spreads, and I nod before grabbing a butter knife. Clarice hands Trey

spread and bread away while Clarice fussed I shouldn’t be cleaning. Ignore her before we all stand in awkward silence. Clarice kept glancing

I turn my attention to Clarice, who also

Smiling, I nodded.

in her room,” Trey says with a

with the King. He has no reason to worry,” Clarice chimes

from Dustin. Not like she can drive on out here to go after her friend.” Trey chuckles. Clarice’s eyebrows

can’t drive,” I tell

out is to drive out the front gates. Unless you used the back exit, but no

sandwich down on her plate

give her ideas?” Clarice asked, raising an

of course not. And she said it herself she couldn’t drive. Besides, there are guards at the front gate. She would never get past them. I was just saying

the room becomes thick between them as they stare at each other. “Is everything okay?” Trey asked,

Dustin? I swear I had nothing to do with that. I get you don’t like me, but I would never place you in harm’s way, my

“Pardon?” I ask.