His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 134 – Waking the following day, I tucked her nest around her. Azalea had built it around us in her sleep, growling at me when I moved out of it a couple of times. I always secretly loved seeing female Lycans nest. As dangerous as a nesting Lycan was. I liked the possessive nature behind it. I loved how they never ldost that primal instinct over time and after changes in tradition.

It was inbuilt in their DNA, just like our calling is in us men. Azalea burrows underneath the blanket she had shredded, feathers covering every inch of the bed as she disappears beneath it. Grabbing some shorts, I walked to the door to see Damian standing guard. Wide awake and looking alert.

“My king,” he nods.

“Watch her for me,” I asked him and he nods to me. I head for the stairs, only I stop.

“Don’t enter. Azalea is”

“Nesting. I heard her shredding the bed earlier. Also heard you try to save your pillow from her. It woke me,” Damian laughs, and my lips tug in the corners.

“When I return, you can go off duty. I won’t be leaving her side,” I tell him, and I turn for the stairs again when Damian speaks.

“Dustin, My king?” I stopped, a growl slipping out of me as I turned to face him.

“He wants to return his post,” Damian continues.

“Trey, has it handled?” I say, but I was now a little uneasy about Trey.

“About that. I have removed him from her guard.” My brows furrow, and I turn to him.

“Very well,” I answer.

“You agree?” He asks, shocked. Yet ever since Liam said something last night, it bothered me.

“Dustin doesn’t trust him, and despite what he did, I know he wouldn’t have done it to put her in harm’s way. Liam said something last night too, so keep a close eye on him,” I tell Damian.

“Certainly, and Dustin?”

return to

You are doing the right thing, my

her friend,”

I nod, walking downstairs toward the kitchens. I was starving, and I didn’t want to bother Clarice, so I figured I would make

a bowl between them. They were licking an eggbeater each, and both of them froze when

the two tucked the younger boy closer, like he could protect him from me. I watched them for a second. The youngest looked like he was only 3 or 4 years old. Yet I could tell by their faint scents they are

out,

answers. He goes to jump off the bench, but I shake my head, and he remains

up at me as I approached him. I could tell they were scared, their

ask them, looking in their bowl. It looked like a cake

it out to me. His brother nudges

he whispers, and I smile, grabbing his little hand and licking his

if Clarice is making cake,” I tell them before scooping some

bench and grabs a wooden spoon, offering it to me. I take it, watching as they both use a teaspoon and their egg beaters to scrape the sides, and I join them. I wanted to ask questions but didn’t want to scare them. When the back door to the laundry swings

back. Her mouth falls open, and she glances around for the two boys currently hiding behind

hiding behind the King?” she scolds before spotting

and I glance down at them. Her lips tug in the corners, and the boys

“He helped,” Logan snitches.

so, my King,” Clarice

to waste,” I tell her and she chuckles turning her

a cake with no mixture,” she tells them, and they scurry off toward the pantry. Logan stops at the door to the enormous pantry and looks back at me.

am,” I tell him, and his eyes

them bad manners,” Clarice