His Lost Lycan Luna

Hook? Me Found Lycon Line Chapter 53

Azalea POV

Nothing felt real, yet the pain in my heart was proof it was. My mind felt numb, like it was refusing to feel, it’s amazing how one’s mind can forfeit and leave to protect you from caring. I welcomed it yet also hated it. I was irrevocably undeniably numb. Seeing Kyson though, I was worried. He drank so much, copious amounts but he never left my side. I knew he was hurting because I could feel that through the bond. His pain was something I could feel, but I disassociated with it, knew it wasn’t my pain though I also knew it was the same pain. Only now I was adding to his torment.

Yet I didn’t care, didn’t care about anything, I didn’t care about living, I didn’t care about dying, I just merely existed. Numb to everything but also numb to nothing. However, as the days passed, I was still stuck trying to remain anchored to this unfeeling place, yet I also knew I couldn’t stay here. Withdrawing more and disappearing into myself couldn’t be permanent

As I watched life pass in my silence I wondered, is this it? Is this all it will ever be and will I always be this way?

I reached a point where I no longer identify myself with the man who is my mate or identify as anyone really, maybe because for so long I had no identity and yet what our child would have offered was one. Maybe that is why, maybe that is

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why it hurt so much to lose something I never had a chance to love, maybe because along with losing it, I also lost another piece of an identity I couldn’t keep. Mum.

I thought I found myself, and then I lost it all over again and I suddenly wanted to know why. Why did he pretend to be my friend only to literally stab me? How could he Harbor so much anger for someone he would hurt them like that? Why did he take the one thing that was mine from me?

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they plagued every thought. Consumed me entirely, yet as I returned to my surroundings, I wasn’t sure if I had slept or was already awake the entire

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closer, burying his nose in my hair, his breath was warm on my neck. Worry resided in our bond even while he slept, as he sought to comfort me. However,) knew no comfort would come until I had answers. I needed to understand,

was draped over my waist. Moving across the room, grabbed his robe, I needed the comfort of his scent, and his robe gave me that as I tiptoed to the

him, he remained asleep.

mad, or maybe he wouldn’t, I wasn’t sure. So much had changed and yet remained the

two that he had a really bad alcohol problem. I never realized its true extent until I was locked in a room with him for

occasions he drank himself to oblivion, and I could feel the tremors of his hands as he touched me when he went without it, feeling the frustration as

twisted the handle and stepped out the doors to find Trey. He looked at me as if he was seeing a ghost as I slipped out the door

he whispered before holding

glances at the door behind

sparkled with sadness, endless hazel depths of

I said, though my throat hurt to use my voice and came

for you,” he says, though I shake my head. Kyson needed sleep, I knew how little he had, knew how exhausted he was, also knew he would feel like shit after how much he drank last night before

favor to ask

answers swiftly,

his mouth no doubt to deny me but I hold

won’t let me, and believe he is doing it to protect me, but I need this,” I plead, hoping he wouldn’t wake Kyson