Page 58 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“What?” I gasp, wondering what he is talking about.

“Kyson asked me not to say anything, but I will not watch him die when you can save him. Both of you are too stubborn to see your flaws or each other’s side. Now you will listen to me,” he snaps.

I can see his frustration clearly by the tight clench of his jaw and how white his knuckles are as the skin stretches over them when hegrips the armrest of the wooden chair. Damian is usually calm. Although, right now, he looks murderous, and I am not sure if he wants to murder me or the king, maybe both? So I figure it’s probably best to listen and not piss off the Lycan, who looks like he could snap me in half like a twig.

“I’m listening.”

“About time, My Queen. Now, let’s get one thing straight. Everything I do and don’t do is for yours and the king’s safety, just like me handcuffing you to him is for his safety.”

I sigh, wondering what he is getting at.

“You never grew up among Lycans. You are poorly educated by no fault of your own and very young, so please do not take offense, but there are things you now need to be made aware of so you can understand the meaning of all of this!” he says.

Was this what it is like to be scolded by a teacher?Because I imagine so.

“When Kyson had your heat stopped, it didn’t stop for him. Lycan men suffer the same as women during the heat. Now, why did Kyson stop your heat, Azalea?” Damian asks.

“So I wouldn’t die.”

Damian nods, leaning forward in his chair and bracing his arms on his knees.

“It is the same for Lycan men. You denying him isn’t just killing you; it is killing the king. Male Lycan’s heat cannot be stopped like a woman’s. Just because yours has doesn’t mean it did for him, which is why he is like that,” Damian says, nodding toward Kyson beneath me.

I peer down at him. His skin is scorching, and I feel his heart is racing in his chest. Thumping beneath my palm, resting in the center of his chest. “Right now, your skin contact is the only thing keeping him from boiling alive, so you will remain in those cuffs until he is better.”

“But that means I will have to mate him. You just said his heat won’t stop, even if mine does.”

“Exactly,” Damian says, his eyes flickering onyx as he swallows before crossing his legs.

“What?” I murmur, horrified.

“I am not asking you to have sex with him, Azalea, but I am not letting you out of those cuffs until you have at least marked him, which will buy him a few more days. His life depends on it, so you need to put your issues aside and save your mate.”

I glance down at Kyson.

“I have watched kings and queens fall from war. I will not watch them fall from something that can be avoided, all because of a lack of communication because both of you are too stubborn to admit when you’re wrong.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he gets up.

“No, you will do this. You need to realize that being queen comes with responsibilities, responsibilities you do not understand, but your king does. You will die without him and him without you. Before you find another excuse, Abbie is fine, Dustin is fine, but your mate is not. He messed up by not believing you about Abbie, but he cannot make up for that mistake if he is dead.” Damian steps closer.

“So it is time for my queen to grow up and take responsibility for her own mistakes. You are both at fault for this, and now you need to fix it before another kingdom falls. Only this time, it would fall because of stubbornness and ego. And that is not worth dying for,” Damian says, storming off toward the door.

“Wait!” I shriek, scrambling to turn to face him without either exposing myself or climbing off Kyson. I only manage to tangle myself in the sheet. However, Damian stops and turns back to face me.

My face heats, and Damian purses his lips impatiently. “You don’t expect me to, um… he is asleep! And I don’t know what to do!”

Damian sighs and glances around, his eyes stopping on the bookcase. “You and Kyson have had sex,” he states, and my face heats at his words.

“No… I…” My face heats.

“Well, um… you…” he stutters for a second. I don’t know who is more mortified at his question, me or him at the idea of him giving me a sex talk. Thankfully he doesn’t give me the birds and the bees talk, our current chat is awkward enough.

Damian sighs. “Don’t ignore your instincts. Your body knows what to do. It’s a basic instinct. Listen to them. And think of it as sleeping beauty, you know that story?” he asks, and I nod. Kyson has read that and a few other princess books, one that even had a frog in it.

“Good, think of him as sleeping beastly then, but mark him instead of kissing him, though you can do that, too. Just make sure you mark him first. It will help him heal enough to complete the other part.”

“So I only have to mark him, and he will wake up?”

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