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.

“Everyone has. It is in every history book, love. You and Abbie were the only ones

the brothel when hunters come in sometimes. Amazing the things you hear

listening,” she says blowing out a

his head to look at

work for the council, Larkin, introduced me to a couple of them, they

know Larkin,”

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 stuck

council?” Kyson asks Tandi. She

times. Larkin and Crux seem pretty buddy, buddy with them. They hold meetings at the brothel. They all wear patches and call themselves the rebels.” her brows furrow as if she is thinking hard, trying to remember some

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, and they call me diseased since lam rogue, those fuckers sitting around drinking blood as if they think they are bloodsuckers,” she says with

“Yep, like clockwork. Every February 1st day of the month is the annual meeting. They talk shit and spout changes within

Kyson, confused, but I had a feeling they weren’t drinking each

Brock and Dean. They have been trafficking rogues for years,” Damian says before turning to look at Gannon, who walks over to escort

them, but now I had more pressing matters that I 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, as Damian scrambled up the two measly stairs, he hissed, grasping his side,