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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stopped me functioning because 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 time,

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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, needed it to move on, I needed to know what I did to deserve it, I needed to know it wasn’t my fault. Though some part

room, grabbed his robe, I needed the comfort of his scent, and his robe gave me that as I tiptoed to the door. Peering

him, he remained asleep.

much had changed and yet remained the same. Though I had seen

me fiercely not leaving me alone despite his own anguish, 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 so long, it made me wonder

could feel the tremors of his hands as he touched me when he went without it, feeling the frustration as he fought the urge to find himself in the

out the doors to find Trey. He looked at me

god,” he whispered before holding me at arms

King?” He glances at the door behind me

to look at my face, his eyes sparkled with sadness, endless hazel depths of worry stared back at

my throat hurt to

little he had, knew how exhausted he was, also knew he would feel like shit

have a favor to ask

you need,” he answers swiftly, while standing straight

mouth no doubt

this,” I plead, hoping he wouldn’t wake