Page 34 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Yes, My King,” Dustin replies as I seize Azalea’s arm, pulling her back on top of me. Her temperature drops slightly, but not enough to alleviate my concern for her.

She is leaving me no choice but to stop her heat forcefully. Either she surrenders to save her own life, or I intervene at the risk of endangering myself. Undoubtedly, she will choose Abbie over me—I know that much. The day I discovered them together, it became apparent they are a package deal. They are both willing to die for the other, preferring death over a life without the other one. Their bond is unbreakable, unreceptive to any outside interference, which right now has my anger rising.

Azalea struggles to free herself from my grasp, but I growl menacingly, sinking my teeth into her shoulder, eliciting a moan and shiver from her. I press the points of my teeth near her mark, acutely aware of the laboring breaths reverberating through my sensitive ears, and amplified by her heightened state of arousal.

“Move, and I will make you submit,” I growl in warning, retracting my teeth. “The doctor is on their way. Stay put. If you move off me again, I will mate you!”

She nods against my chest, and I glare at the ceiling, cursing her stubbornness. It will only worsen when she discovers the extent of her power—the ability to defy my commands through her Alpha voice. Especially once she realizes what power is running through her veins. She is half Landeena and half Azure and those two bloodlines are in history books for a reason. She is not merely royalty, she is so much more, and that thought frightens me most.

“Azalea, I am not above begging,” I plead with her as she continues to squirm, her desire and heat coating my throbbing length. She buries her face in my chest.

“Not until I have Abbie back,” she snaps, sinking her teeth into my arm. I groan, half in arousal and half pain at the feel of her teeth. She is acting on instinct, she wants my blood, my bond, me, but still, she refuses.

As sparks rush up my arm, I hiss as my cock twitches against her. She growls at the feeling like she thinks I will pin her down and force her, not understanding for Lycan men, it is involuntary. Our urge to mate is just as painful as her heat.

“Stay still then,” I tell her, gripping her hips and holding them in place. My control slowly wanes, and I hope this fucking doctor gets here soon. Although parts of her are turning savage and running off of instinct, she remains where she is, unable to fight my command.

She could resist my commands. She may not be able to resist my calling, but my orders she can and until she trusts me, I can’t risk using the call to make her submit. Azalea needs to understand I willonly use it to calm her or for her safety. Unfortunately, I ruined her trust and now am stuck earning it back. My father used it on my mother constantly for the same reasons once he forcibly marked her since she wasn’t his mate and it was an arranged marriage. She didn’t want to marry him, he gave her no choice and after a while it just became easier to get his way and a breach of trust after a while, not that mom noticed, or he did anything wrong to her. Still, it wasn’t always necessary, and I didn’t want that with Azalea. I rather she seek out my calling than me use it against her.

It was a big mistake for me to not see how close Azalea and Abbie really are. It took me too long to understand their bond. They’ve both been through so much pain and horror together. When things became too much for one, they leaned on other to keep going. They shared and endured everything.

For so long, they needed each other to survive. It’s like they’re two pieces of the same puzzle, each reflecting the other’s pain and being the other’s strength. Without the other, they both seem lost. They protect each other fiercely, ready to face anything rather than see the other get hurt. The saddest part is that they refuse to live for themselves, choosing only to live for the other.

Understanding how much they rely on each other shows a deep kind of sadness, a darkness they face together. Their bond is their way of fighting back, their promise to each other that they’ll never have to face the world alone again.They see each other through everything, sharing both the pain and the hope for something better.

I should have noticed the depth of their connection from the very moment Azalea threw herself at my feet, her desperate pleas for Abbie’s life echoing in my ears hauntingly. It gives so much more meaning to their words: More Than My Life.

They truly believe life isn’t worth living without the other.

As I ponder upon this revelation, I realize their bond is unlike anything I have ever witnessed before. It transcends the realms of mere friendship or a mate bond that I have come to associate with pact bonds or the brotherhood forged over centuries, or through blood ties like the unyielding connection I share with my guard.

And now, as I stand at this precipice of understanding, I know I can never hope to win if I were to force Azalea to make a choice between us. Her loyalty to Abbie runs deeper than any mate bond she might feel toward me.

Hearing a knock, I sit up. Azalea groans as she slides lower on my lap. I rip the blanket over her naked body to cover her.

“You can enter,” I call to him. The moment his scent wafts to me, Azalea growls at the intruder in her nest, which is currently me, as she burrows under the blanket, her claws scratching my sides.

Doc approaches cautiously. She is dangerous in this state. You never intrude willingly on a nested she-wolf, let alone a Lycan. I grab her arms, wrapping them around my waist before laying back down, trapping her arms underneath me, and wrapping my arms around her shoulders, pinning her as she goes toattack him.

“Be quick,” I tell him, feeling the mattress shred beneath my back. The growl that leaves her is more predator than prey. I smash her with the calling when I feel her start to shift, and she melts against me. Doc’s eyes are wide as he stares at her and watches me. He is not just intruding on her nest but looking at my heated mate. Not a scenario anyone wants to be in.

“My King, what you’re asking…” Doc tries to say.

“Will stop her heat, now do it!” I tell him.

“Yes, but, My King, it isn’t…”

“I said do it, stop her heat. I will not force her,” I snarl at him, and he seems perplexed.

“She is resisting?” he asks, and I growl. He shakes himself, startled by that information just as much as I was that she could resist it.

“You want to argue with me, do it through the mindlink. I know what’s at risk, do not make me order you, Doc,” I warn him, and he sighs, staring at her as she purrs, licking my chest, having forgotten we have people in our presence, unable to fight my calling as it has lulled her into a sedated state. Doc pulls herbs and vials out before making the concoction up in a bowl and extracting it with a syringe.

‘My King?’Dustin asks through the mindlink, and my eyes move to him over Doc’s shoulder.

‘I know, but I won’t force her,’I reply through the link. Dustin nods once but looks away. We all know what I’m risking, but I’m not willing to guilt trip her into giving in because I know she would, but then she would resent me afterward or may accuse me of lying.

Doc clears his throat awkwardly, and Dustin averts his eyes while mine go to Doc’s. “My King, I have to… the injection site, I have to…” he stutters, and I growl, knowing he has to inject it into her ovaries. I have seen it happen to a Lycan woman who was in heat just as her pack was attacked. It stopped her heat and saved her until the bond was severed when her mate was killed. She ended up killing herself not long after her mate died, anyway. She went insane after about a month.

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