Page 74 of His Lost Lycan Luna

“Wise choice,” he teases, closing the suitcases and placing them by the door.

“If you want to go shopping with Clarice and Beta Damian when we get back, you can, if you don’t like what she chose for you,” Kyson says.

“Clarice went and got these for me?”

“Yes, I have already informed her you are no longer my servant, and those important already know who you are to me.”

I glance down at my hands, feeling guilty and worrying what they will think if they thought I wasn’t one of them anymore, I don’t want them to treat me any differently.

Kyson’s fingertips graze my chin and tilt my face upward. “Why do you look upset?” he asks.

“I wonder what Abbie will think,” I admit.

“You don’t think she would be happy for you?” he asks.

“She is like my sister, my family, and if I let you change me, what would become of her, of us?”

He pauses to think for a second. “Is that why you said no, because of Abbie?” he asks.

“No, well, kind of. I don’t want to watch her grow old and die without me.”

“And is that your only worry, that you will lose her?” he asks.

“I don’t think I can meet the expectations you want. Everyone will think I’m weak,” I tell him honestly.

“The only expectation I have of you is that you remain by my side, Ivy. The rest will come, but no one would dare call my Queen weak,” the King growls.

I went to protest, but the firm look he gives me makes me remain quiet.

“Would you accept if I had Abbie changed too?” he asks. “If she wanted to, of course, I won’t force her, but if she agrees, I am sure Gannon won’t mind changing her.”

“You won’t do it?” I ask.

“No, but Gannon has a crush on Abbie. He has been harassing Damian to give her to him as his maid,” he chuckles.

“Pardon?” I ask, incredulous.

“He likes Abbie, Gannon has no mate, and for me to change her I could accidentally bond her to me, not like a mate bond, but those lines can become blurred, especially for the person changed, make them compliant to my demands. Not that I will ever push you to do something you don’t want,” Kyson explains.

“What if she says no?”

“Then that is her choice, but then that will also mean you have to make one, Ivy,” he tells me. “I can’t change for you, but I would if I could.”

“You would give up being a Lycan, an immortal?” I ask, wondering why anyone would do that.

“Yes, when you have lived as long as I have, time no longer holds meaning, not if it is wasted. Without you, it wouldn’t be worth keeping track of,” he says simply.

“Wait, how old are you?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I like to think I am still young. I don’t feel old. Why do I look it?” he laughs, and his lips tug into a sly smile as he waits for my answer. I shake my head yet am still intrigued to know. Maybe it is morbid curiosity.

“How old?” I ask.

“As old as the castle in which we live.”

I gasp. I have no idea how old it is, but it is clear it isn’t from this century, and looks like something from medieval times.

“Still want to know my age, or would you prefer the age I stopped aging?”

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