His Lost Lycan Luna

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 206 Book2. chapter 82

Kyson POV

I was questioning everything, absolutely everything, except one thing. She was not broken No, my Queen was resilient, maybe more so than me. She wore her trauma like jeweled armor and camouflage, yet I saw her. Saw her determination and strength and at first I thought that would be our downfall.

Yet watching her as she slept I realized how wrong I was. I was so used to being the Alpha King, yet with her I could be Kyson and nothing more, and she would have me. Even after what I put her through. No matter how many times I tore her down wanting her to submit to the bond, and to me, she came back more determined to do the right thing. She had more scars than men of war and she wore them as if they were jewels of her mercy, which was something I saw as weak.

It angered me that she could forgive Ester and her son, that she could set them free despite what they took from us. Despite how they nearly killed her and us.

Azalea was able to forgive the unforgivable and remaining pure of heart despite hers being broken repeatedly. My Queen saw past her anger and chose forgiveness and understanding while I only craved blood and revenge

Yet looking at her now, I realize it didn’t make her weak, it made her strong because it showed her capacity to forgive and keep going, keep moving while I had been stuck in a past I no longer wanted part of. Seeking vengeance, yet seeking that, I became as lost as the dead stumbling blindly in an abyss and living in limbo. I was the weak one, not her.

It was never about setting them free alone, she was setting a piece of herself that was broken free, allowing herself to move on and get through the torture, showing them she wasn’t a monster like them. She wasn’t a jealous, vengeful cold hearted killer. No she was far more than that she is a Queen. A Queen is someone who puts her own desires and wants behind her to protect her people, despite them almost ruining her, she saved them because they were her people. Ester was a mother and having her own child ripped from her wouldn’t wish that pain on anyone, not even her enemy

was beginning to realize I didn’t need to covet her away to keep her safe. What I needed was to unleash her, stand beside her, and watch her bring them to their knees. And she would, for she was a Landeena, she is the Empress of Alphas. She is my

she fear. Does she not know I would lay my life down for her without hesitation, I would keep her safe. Azalea writhes and her heart rate increases her fingers digging into my ribs where she

I brush my lips against hers and smooth’ her hair down, about to wake her up when she gasps, clutching her chest and looking around frantically. I stare around the room as she sits upright, wondering what it she is seeing that I can’t Her claws slip out and she growls when I clutch her, hauling her onto my chest, she was still stuck in

it does as she melts against me. “What is it? What

she whispers and relief floods the bond along with immense sadness. I

speaks again

do it. You have to believe me,” she says, pushing against my chest

her face in my hands when she tries to

forehead against mine.

me?” she exhales,closing

you believe what you’re saying. Therefore, I believe you. We’ll figure it

Cedric was there,

I ask confused, she was

to tell him. I remembered. I