His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 172

Book 2. His Found Luna Chapter 47

Kyson POV

As we stepped into the room, Azalea growled as the fresh linens scents overwhelmed her. Trey rushed into the room

behind me, looking alert despite having not slept in two days.

“What is it?” Trey said behind me. I watched as Azalea moved toward the bed, sniffing the air.

“Nothing. Liam had Clarice clean everything in here. It smells wrong to her,” I tell him. Trey sighs. The only lingering

scents were Gannon, Dustin’s, and Peter’s, who must have helped oversee everything because I forgot Gannon couldn’t

come with us because of her command over him.

“Okay, as long as everything is alright,”

“Go to bed, Trey. Try to sleep before the sun comes up. She is safe with me,” I tell him. He nods and reluctantly leaves. I

found his bond to her odd, but now trusted him. I was seeing what an advantage we had with him. It almost seemed like

he could sense. Azalea growls, fixing her den as she destroys the sheets and makes her nest. She was whimpering at the

crisp linen scent. She raided the closet, trying to find clothes with my scent, and I stepped inside behind her as she

snatched stuff off the hangers.

Tears trekked down her face as she sniffed each piece. They weren’t supposed to touch my stuff. I hoped they would have

left a few pieces, knowing how savage she may become once her nest was ruined. She tosses them down in frustration

and rips more off the hanger, sniffing each one when I grab her arms.

scent when you have me. We can fix it,” tell

me and

over me from head

in

out. I catch her, my arms slipping around her

Damn it.

trying to calm her frantic instincts as I turned

my shirt as

liked that suit,” I mutter, placing her on the bed as her teeth sink into my chest. As she licked me,

exploded across my skin.

snarl as she let me go and

She rearranged them in her nest, duck feathers going

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she made it, and

possessiveness was amusing until she turned her savage

arms across my chest.

have my shirt and jacket,’ I tell her or what is left of them. She whimpers, the

pants.

the pants I am keeping,” I tell her, determined to

that cost me a damn fortune. Her bottom lip quivers. Damn, pregnancy hormones were making

out of the loops, cursing before slipping them down my legs and stepping out of them. I grab

out to her, and she snatches them, rolling them into her

wouldn’t be satisfied. I knew that. My scent was still faint in the sheets, and I moved toward the

growled at me when

do you want me,

until she had it

is dangerous to go into a Lycan den or near

to the mate. It’s their cocoon of safety, and other scents were

into the room, instant

of our scents was in here. Whoever

better, and