His Lost Lycan Luna

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 203 – Upon entering the room, I find him sitting on the floor at the side of his bed, holding a picture of his sister in his hands as he stares into the distance. Taking a look at the guard that followed, I shook my head before closing the door and turning around and approaching him.

His anger had forced him to shift, yet now all I felt through the bond was immense sadness. Soul-crushing pain coursed through the bond and inward pent-up rage. All my anger over our tiff left when l looked at him. His eyes are fixed on me for a moment before he looks down at the photo in his hands.

“This picture was taken a week before she was k****d,” he murmurs as I make my way over to him. I stop beside him when he opens his arms, and I move to sit on his lap.

“She was going to name her son after our father. They decided on Valor. That was my father’s name,” Kyson tells me, and I take the photo from his hands and look at it.

“You and Claire were close,” I state, and he nods, burying his face in my neck and inhaling my scent.

“She was my best friend. And I couldn’t save her,” he says, and I feel his pain ripple through my chest.

“When I returned home, Clarice asked where she was. Said she hadn’t seen her all day, and her quarters were locked. I had a master key, and I figured she was asleep when she didn’t answer the mind link.” Kyson tells me.

“You found her, didn’t you?” I ask him.

“Yes. She didn’t come down for dinner, so I used the key to get in. I wish I could erase that day from my mind, but no matter how much I try to, I can only remember how I found her,” Kyson says while wrapping his arms around my chest.

“She was only a week out from giving birth. I saw her that morning, and she insisted I go. Claire refused to come with me and refused my offer to stay. Said she had something to take care of,” Kyson tells me, and I s*****w, feeling as if a lump had formed and was caught in my throat.

“She was still in her pyjamas as if she went back to bed after I left. Her mate was d**d beside her, his throat was cut, and a dagger was in his chest.” I could feel the pain it was causing him to tell me this.

I could feel was like he wasn’t speaking the words but reliving the day that destroyed him most

could tell she fought. She had stab wounds on her hands, one of her fingers was sliced off. Yet it was pointless; she ultimately suffered the same fate as her mate. We found copious amounts of wolfsbane and

She didn’t care to fight once she lost him. She never even shifted. It was as if she accepted her d***h and no longer wanted to

“Kyson, I’m…”

I could have saved our

important of them all, and I wasn’t here,” Kyson says before I feel him shift back to his human form beneath me. He started crying, yet I was caught by his words. Our daughter? I

was too early. You don’t

shake my head, not wanting to open it. I could feel its weight, and it was too big to be a jewellery box. My hands shook as I opened it to find a tiny, pink tedd bear urn. It was a

a box for the worms to eat,” Kyson tells me as I stared at the box that contained what should have been our

in his hand before unwinding the chain that is wrapped around the bear’s throat. It held a crystal. He placed the teddy in my hand, and I felt my heart become crushed to smithereens all over again. Kyson sweeps my hair to the side before kissing my neck and placing the chain around my neck. I pick up the

to you when I brought her home, but I didn’t want to upset

how hard it is to believe one thing for years, only to find out I was chasing a ghost all that time,” Kyson whispers

didn’t do it,” I

I have spent

means someone on your guard or personnel

you are wrong?” he asks

and did it. I am not ruling that out, but with the evidence, it doesn’t make sense why she would wait

She was a gardener and a stable hand before that. She had no access to my sister or me,” Kyson says, and I chew my lip. Now I was questioning everything again, yet the pull to find answers was more vital than ever. But how did Marrissa tie into everything? Because if she was part of it, why would she sacrifice herself

his hands when I stare down at the small urn in my hands. “Thank you,” I whisper when he tilts my face back up to

not lost as long as we have each other,” he says, pressing his lips to