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,

tell him to keep his distance. You are

her friend,” I

King. He is yours 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 would make mine and Azalea’s

them froze when I stepped into the kitchen. Yet Clarice was not in sight, and neither were any of the

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 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

away from me. I checked my aura, making sure it hadn’t slipped out, but I gave them no reason to fear me. Yet looking at them, they

answers. He goes to jump off

could tell they were scared, their little hearts beating rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings

ask them, looking in their

it out to me. His brother nudges him, nervously but

I smile, grabbing

that is Clarice’s famous mud cake. You two must be special if Clarice is making cake,” I tell them before scooping

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 open, the boys jump

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 for the two boys currently hiding behind me. Oliver sticks his head out, and

the King?” she scolds before

tug in the corners, and the boys step out from behind me. Logan,

“He helped,” Logan snitches.

that so, my King,”

sure it didn’t go to waste,” I tell her and

boys. I can’t make a cake with no mixture,” she tells them, and they scurry off toward

eyes widen before he rushes inside after his

bad