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 his post,

distance. You are doing

friend,” I

too,” Damian says. I nod, walking downstairs toward the kitchens. I was starving, and I didn’t want to bother Clarice, so I figured I

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

they get in here, and where did they come from? They both stared at me like stunned rabbits. The oldest of the two tucked the younger boy closer, like

it hadn’t slipped out,

is Oliver,” the oldest boy answers. He goes to jump off

as I approached him. I could tell they were scared, their little hearts beating rapidly like a hummingbird’s

them, looking in their bowl. It looked like

out with his finger, holding it out to me. His brother nudges him, nervously but I thought it was cute

and I smile, grabbing his little hand

is Clarice’s famous mud cake. You two must be special if Clarice is making cake,” I tell them before scooping some batter out with my finger and eating it. They giggle, the sound warming, considering how frail they both

scrape the sides, and I join them. I wanted to ask questions but didn’t want to scare them. When the back door to

back. Her mouth falls open, and she glances around for the two boys currently hiding behind me. Oliver sticks his head out, and

why are you hiding behind the King?” she scolds before spotting her empty

I glance down at them. Her lips tug in the corners, and the boys step out from behind me. Logan,

“He helped,” Logan snitches.

my King,” Clarice

it didn’t go to waste,” I tell her and she chuckles turning her attention to the

no mixture,” she tells them, and they scurry off toward the pantry. Logan

tell him, and his eyes widen before

teaching them bad manners,” Clarice