Page 38 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“My Queen, I don’t know what else to say, the king…”

“Yeah, the king said,” I mock, glaring at the plate.

“He has his reasons,” Damian defends him with a growl. If he has reasons, why not tell me those damn reasons? I just want to see her, that’s it. If she is fine, I will apologize for wasting his time, but until I do, I will keep pestering him because I know I am right!

I place my plate on the coffee table before carefully slipping out from under Dustin’s head.

“Azalea?”

“No, he won’t take me, then that is fine! There are plenty of others here who can,” I tell him before stomping off out of the room. Excuses, always an excuse.

Damian chases after me as I stalk down to the office, telling me I should leave him be. That he is in a mood! I roll my eyes and pull my arm from his grip when he tries to stop me from going into the office.

Pushing the door open, I step inside to find Kyson by the window, whiskey in hand. He looks at me and smiles, his eyes going over my shoulder as Damian steps in behind me, looking somewhat flustered.

“Everything okay?” Kyson asks.

“Yes, I was trying to take Azalea back to her room,” Damian says, grabbing my arm, and Kyson snarls ferociously,making him let go. He shakes his head, and his eyes flicker. Damian backs away from me with his hands up. What is wrong with him?

“Can I speak to you, please?” I ask Kyson, who is now glaring at Damian. Kyson turns his attention to me before waving me over and dismissing Damian. He glares at the door as it closes, and I slowly approach him.

Kyson sits in the armchair, flopping heavily into it, his whiskey sloshing over the sides of his glass. I take it from him, placing it on the lamp table beside him, just as Kyson grabs me, hauling me onto his lap. He buries his face in my neck and starts purring, tugging my shirt up.

“Stop. I need to talk to you,” I tell him while pushing off his chest. He growls, ignoring me, fondling my breast, and nipping my shoulder through my shirt. His skin is scorching hot.

“Are you alright?” I ask him, but he growls again, tugging at my clothes, trying to undress me. With a sigh and I speak.

“Damian said you were leaving for a few hours, so can you get one of your other guards to take me to see Abbie, or even Dustin could take me?” I ask him, pushing his face away that is currently buried in my neck.

“I will take you on the weekend,” he mumbles, licking my neck, his hands pawing at me. His grip feels rough as he tugs and pulls me.

“Kyson, stop. We will be quick straight there and back.”

“No, it is too far to go on your own, on the weekend. End of discussion,” he snaps at me. I growl at him before shoving him off and standing.

“Then Trey can come, too?” I tell him.

“I said no!” he snarls, his eyes flickering dangerously.

“Abbie never called last night,” I tell him.

“She was probably busy,” he says, earning me an eye roll. I storm off toward the door. Fine, I will go by myself.

“Azalea?”

“If you don’t take me, I will go myself,” I tell him while stalking toward the door. I barely have a hand gripping the doorhandle when the sound of snapping bones reaches my ears, and his hand falls on the door beside my head. The growl that rips out of him makes me spin around to face him.

It reverberates through the air, its deep and menacing timbre resonating with a haunting intensity. Goosebumps ripple across my flesh, each hair on my head standing at attention as an icy shiver slithers up my spine, sending a chill that pierces to the core. It is a feeling that engulfs me instantly, as if I have taken a leap off a towering building, my stomach plummeting with a sickening lurch. A sense of terror grips every fiber of my being as I come face to face with him, his face twisted in rage, his eyes pitch black.

Kyson, the man I once knew, has vanished, replaced by a savage creature. His voice emerges as a harsh growl, causing me to instinctively step back until my body collides with the door. The raw power coursing through him is palpable, his entire frame quivering with unrestrained anger. At this moment, I comprehend why everyone held such fear for him; even when he dismissed me with callous disregard, his rage had never been this consuming. It is something far beyond human emotion, a manifestation of a monstrous and primal nature that surpasses any semblance of humanity.

“Mine! You will submit...” His words hang in the air, abruptly ceasing as he blinks and shakes his head. His claws scrape against the door behind me, their grating sound akin to nails on a chalkboard. I grit my teeth, refusing to succumb to the overwhelming fear that threatens to overpower me. And then, a sudden transformation overtakes him. He stumbles backward, his expression one of bewilderment and vulnerability, as if he has lost control over his own ferocity.

The mood changes slightly. “Where is your guard?” he says, turning away from me and putting some distance between us.

“Outside,” I lie, not wanting to get anyone in trouble, especially Dustin. Damian is angry enough at him earlier.

“You should go back to the room, Azalea.”

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