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.

Kyson huffs behind me. “Everyone has. It is in every history book, love. You and Abbie were the only ones oblivious to who they were, who you are.” he purrs beside my ear when Tandi speaks up while

heard about it at the brothel when hunters come in

she says blowing

his head

introduced me to a couple

Larkin,” Kyson asks

and I look at Tandi’s son in her arms, knowing this was going to cause issues, yet I was still stuck on the hunters working with the council, and clearly, that was

with the council?” Kyson asks

buddy, buddy with them. They hold meetings at the brothel.

the meetings. He has worked with 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, and they call me diseased

the annual meeting. They talk

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

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

with 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, and Kyson reached out to steady him as he hissed clearly in