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?”

to his post,

will tell him to keep his distance. You are doing the right thing, my King,” Damian

friend,”

to bother Clarice, so I figured I would make mine and Azalea’s breakfast. Or was it lunch? I had completely lost track of time. Only when I entered the

boys sitting on the bench with a bowl between them. They were licking an eggbeater each, and both of them froze when I stepped into the kitchen. Yet Clarice was not in sight, and neither were any of the chefs, so I

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 he

slipped out, but I gave

goes to jump off the bench, but I shake my

they were scared,

making?” I ask them, looking in their bowl. It looked like a cake

holding it out to me. His brother nudges

smile, grabbing his little

before scooping some batter out with my finger and eating it. They giggle, the sound warming, considering how frail

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.

all my batter, did you?” she asks, turning around and spotting me with the wooden spoon in my hand. I quickly hide it behind my back. Her mouth falls open, and she glances around

she scolds before spotting

lips tug in the corners, and the boys step out from behind me. Logan, the cheeky little thing,

“He helped,” Logan snitches.

my King,” Clarice

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

off toward the pantry. Logan stops at the door to the enormous pantry and looks back at

tell him, and his eyes widen before he rushes inside after his

them bad