Page 8 of His Found Lycan Luna

“I figured that much out already,” I tell him, my tone clipped in warning. Damian glances around the room and growls at the littering of bottles covering every surface. He shakes his head before grabbing my bin.

“You’re drunk and clearly haven’t slept,” he snaps disapprovingly.

“I was waiting for her to shift.” I fold my arms across my chest, feeling a headache coming on. Must he be so loud?

“And the bottles?” he asks, picking up an empty one and tossing it at the fireplace. It shatters, making me growl. Yet, he doesn’t seem bothered by my fury as he starts tossing bottles in the trash. I hate it when he does this… cleans up after me like I’m a toddler.

“I don’t need your scolding, Damian,” I answer, stalking over to my bed and lying down.

“She never shifted,” Damian states again.

“I am aware.”

“Gannon said all night she was fretting, trying to nest with the damn horses. You are delaying her,” Damian yells, his face turning red in his frustration.

“I am doing no such thing; I had her put outside where the damn moon is, so don’t blame me for her not shifting. She is probably the oddity that gets the traits but does not shift.” I snarl back angrily.

Damian growls at my words. Though deep down, I know it is because of me. I could feel her distress, but I just couldn’t bring myself to go to her.

“At least fucking heal her hand and stop being a jerk,” he snarls, storming off to my closet. He comes out with some of my clothes in his arms.

“We are moving her to the east wing, your old room. That’s where she will be when you get over yourself.”

“I don’t want her in the castle,” I growl.

“Too bad. I am not having my queen in the fucking stables like some farm animal. You will regret how you are treating her, Kyson, so I’m stepping in before you cause irrevocable damage, if you haven’t already,” Damian snaps before storming out and slamming the door behind him.

I sigh and turn over, glaring at the picture of my sister on top of the bedside table drawer.

Maybe he is right, and I am being irrational. However, I can’t get the picture of her mother out of my head, the state of my sister,the way her stomach was torn into, and my nephew mutilated in her womb. That day didn’t just destroy me, it destroyed all of us, yet everyone else seems to have forgotten the pain her mother caused us.

Feeling the mindlink stir, I let it open, briefly I believe it will be Damian or Gannon wanting to scold me some more, so I am shocked when I learn it is Trey.

‘They found more bodies,’Trey says through the pack link.

‘Where?’I ask him, needing a good distraction. Perhaps leaving this place will help me clear my head and get myself back in order.

‘Two days from here,’he answers.

‘Get a car ready,’I tell him.

Getting to my feet, I move to my closet and pull on some clothes. I change quickly, stumbling around the room. Maybe I overdid it last night because now that I am up and moving, I still feel hazy and tipsy. Striding out, Dustin stares vacantly ahead. “When did you get here? Shouldn’t you be down with…” I stop, not wanting to mention her name.

“Gannon sent me up late last night,” he answers in a clipped tone. He, too, is mad at me? Is anyone not mad at me?

“Fine, then tell Gannon and Damian to meet me at the cars. You are to remain with me. Send Trey to watch over the mate for me,” I tell him. He nods, and I stumble down the steps, trying to find my feet.

Dustin grips my arm as I lose my footing. “My King, I don’t think Trey is a good choice to watch the queen,” he says, and I glare at him. He drops his head, and I notice him swallow.

“He is part of my guard; he will do the job he is asked,” I tell him, continuing down the steps.

Losing my footing again, I stumble on the bottom step and nearly hit the ground. Guards rush toward me when I collide with someone. They prevent my fall, and I shake my head as I grip the person’s shoulder to remain steady.

“Are you okay, My King?” Ester asks. I internally groan. Great. It’s Ester. I wave the other men off.

“Fine, just help me to my office.”

“Of course,” she says a little too willingly. I hold back my swear, letting her steer me toward my office.

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