His Lost Lycan Luna

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 75

“Who is this little one?” Tandi asks while reaching out and gripping Tyson’s little fingers as Abbie holds him. I swallowed; watching as they speak of their children left me suddenly feeling out of place when I felt the heat of Kyson’s chest press against my back before feeling his breath on the back of my neck.

“One day, my love,” he says and I nod at his words and instinctively my hands went to where my hands once held my bump. Instead they held only my flat covered stomach.

His arms circle my waist, his hands sliding over the backs of my hands as he laced his fingers through mine and I let out a breath, looking up at him as he leans down and rests his chin on my shoulder. He pecks my cheek, and I turn my attention away from them to Damian, who is watching his newfound mate worriedly. I focus on him, not wanting to see them bond over their babies while my arms lay empty. I was happy for them, ecstatic that she was alive, yet my loss was too fresh to jump on board with

gushing baby talk.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Damian, who snaps himself out of his thoughts, to look at me.

“Gannon, Abbie, take Tandi to my quarters and help her settle in, please. I need a word with the King and Queen,” Damian says, and Tandi’s head whips to the side to stare at me. Her eyes widen when recognition hits her at what Damian called me.

“Azalea, Queen Azalea. Landeena, I knew I heard that name,” she exclaimed.

“You have heard of the Landeena’s?” I asked her, shocked, because I knew she couldn’t read like us unless she had since learned.

the only ones oblivious to who they

No, I heard about it at the brothel when hunters come in sometimes. Amazing the things

be listening,” she says blowing out a

Kyson asks her lifting his

the ones that work for the council, Larkin, introduced

know Larkin,” Kyson

and that is what I need to speak with you both about. Because I just stole his son,” Damian says behind me. Kyson straightens, and I look at Tandi’s son in her arms, knowing this was going to cause issues, yet I was still

Kyson

meetings at the brothel. They all wear patches and

them for years, and they have meetings yearly for some blood ceremony or some crap. Bloody freaks always drinking each other’s blood from a cup,

hunter be drinking blood? Tandi nods. “Yep, like clockwork. Every February 1st day of the month is the annual meeting. They talk shit and spout changes within the

feeling they weren’t drinking

have been trafficking rogues for years,” Damian

refused to be left out of and for once, Kyson let me join him, grabbing my hand and leading us back inside toward his office. Even so,