Page 10 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Don’t glare at him. I want to know what’s going on and why you are all fighting,” I demand.

“Dustin, get her out of here and keep her away!” Kyson snarls. Dustin grips my arm, attempting to pull me from the room, but I forcefully wrench myself free. Regrettably, Dustin collides with the wall this time, and I feel a pang of guilt as he groans from the impact. Turning my attention back to Kyson, I want answers.

“Tell me,” I demand, causing Dustin to reach out once more in an attempt to remove me from the room.

“Leave, Ivy,” he growls.

“What is happening with Abbie?” I repeat, my anger now consuming me.

“Go back to our room. Do not test my patience further,” Kyson warns, stepping around his desk to stand directly in front of me. Folding his arms across his chest, he meets my defiant glare. I can feel my hands trembling uncontrollably, a fact not lost on him. But this is Abbie we are discussing, and she means everything to me. More than my own life. And that truth remains steadfast, even in the face of my mate’s domineering presence.

“Then answer the fucking question?” I snap.

“Abbie is with her mate, you know this. You spoke with her last night,” Kyson says, and my eyes dart to Gannon.

“If I find out you’re lying to me, or something is wrong with her…” My words trail off.

“You’ll what, Ivy?” Kyson takes a threatening step forward. “I would advise you not to finish that sentence, love,” Kyson says.

“Do not forget, Kyson, that I have other options now, other places I can go,” I retort, my voice filled with anger. His growl ripples throughthe room violently.

“Excuse me?” Kyson snarls, his eyes flashing dangerously as his hands clench into fists.

“You dare address the Queen of the Landeena Kingdom so casually, King Kyson,” I growl back. It may have been petty, but if he wanted to assert his dominance, then I would do the same.

Despite my reluctance to embrace the role of queen, the fact remains I hold that title and possess a kingdom, even if it has a population of zero. It is still mine by birthright, and I won’t back down, especially when it comes to Abbie. Even if it means risking my own life.

“Is that so, Ivy?” Kyson responds through gritted teeth.

“Queen Azalea,” I clarify, catching him off guard. If I am going to make claims, then I will claim it all, including the name. Damian edges closer at my words, his eyes on Kyson like he is afraid Kyson will hurt me for challenging him. Dustin’s fingertips brush my arm like he is preparing to rip me out of the way if needed. While Kyson and I stand locked in a battle of wills, neither of us is willing to yield to the other. The tension is palpable as the muscles in Kyson’s jaw clench.

Though I fear his ability to use his calling or issue orders to me, unsure of how to combat his aura, I can’t forget I possess the command and aura of an Alpha as a Lycan Queen by blood. With this realization fueling me, I wait for Kyson’s next move.

Chapter Six

Ivy is furious, and I can feel Damian sneaking closer, worried I will lose control. Honestly, I am on the verge of snapping and dragging her back to the room, and her following words nearly make me.

“Don’t forget, Kyson, I have other places I can go now,” Ivy snarls at me. Her words make me growl; how dare she think she can threaten me, threaten to leave me over something that is out of my control? I can’t force Abbie back here.

“Excuse me, Ivy?” I growl, trying to keep my blistering, fiery rage under control.

“You dare address the Queen of the Landeena Kingdom so casually, King Kyson,” she spits at me. The words that roll off her tongue are pure venom. Her anger is nearly as hot as mine as she glares at me.

“Is that so, Ivy?” I ask her through clenched teeth. My entire body trembles and I am on the serious verge of shifting again. She only just learned of her title, and she is already using it against me when she doesn’t get her way.

“Queen Azalea,” she snaps at me, and I lunge at her, trying to grab her, as Dustin stands horrified behind her when he suddenly rips her back just as I shift, losing complete control.

She dares challenge an Alpha King, her king! My hand grips Dustin’s shirt instead of her, and my nostrils flare as I pant, trying to regain some form of control, shocked at myself that I have lost it completely. Dustin remains utterly unmoving, and I feel Damian’s hand fall on my shoulder when Gannon groans behind me, regaining consciousness.

“Let him go, Kyson; you hurt him, and I will walk out those fucking doors and out of your life faster than I stepped in it,” Ivy snaps at me. Her hand grips my wrist. I can feel the tremble in it, making me look at her. Her eyes are blazing with fury. Staring at her now with her eyes burning with so much anger and fear, she honestly looks like her mother, Queen Tatiana, in this instance. How did I not see it before?

“We will speak in the room. Now go,” I tell her.

“No, I want to know about Ab?—”

“Room now!” I command, cutting her off, and I instantly feel terrible. Her anger blasts at me as it slivers through me, so cold and cutting like a knife’s edge. Yet, she still can’t fight the full weight of my Alpha aura, not yet at least. She growls before the command forces her to turn around and storm off back to our room. It isn’t until Dustin sucks in a wheezing breath that I realize I am choking him with his uniform. I let him go, and he exhales, relieved.

“You know where you should be,” I tell him, and he hurries off after Ivy. Turning back to my office, Damian takes a step back just as Gannon groans and gets to his feet. Moving around the desk, I grab him and shake him.

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