Page 66 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“Can I have the key, Liam?” I ask. He sighs and quits his mucking around, offering me the key. I take it from him and undo the cuff before rubbing my wrist.

“You seem troubled, My King,” Liam says, tilting his head to the side. I look at him. He is drunk, but even I know he can handle himself in this state. He passed the guard trialwhile obliterated, literally woke up when the starting gun went off, having dozed off at the line, and still placed 5th last year. The guard trials are always a haunting memory for him and for all of us. It’s around that time that the anniversaries are.

I bite the inside of my lip and glance down at Azalea.

“Ah, I see. You knotted her, didn’t you?” he asks, and I nod, stroking her hair. Liam wanders off into the bathroom, and I hear the bathtub turn on as he rummages around in there.

“Get her cleaned up. Never know, might be able to wash it from her.”

“Wash pregnancy from her?” I scoff.

“Hmm, I do have another suggestion, but I would like my limbs to remain attached, especially the right hand. I am rather fond of it,” Liam says. He leans forward, cupping his mouth with his hands. “I wank with that one,” he whispers, and I groan. That is far too much information.

I roll my eyes, and he snickers, the scent of vodka reaching my nose, and I look at him, waiting for him to answer.

“Morning-after pill,” he whispers. I furrow my brows, and he shrugs. “I mean no offense by that, but if you are worried, should I retrieve you one?” he says.

“Liam?”

“We can keep it on the down-low. No one has to know. I know it is a taboo thing with Royals, but if you think about it, Royals are taboo anyhow, right? Few of you left,” he rambles.

“Just ask Doc to keep it to himself; he knows I just don’t want it to get out, especially with Clarice. She would be far too excited, and the place would be baby-proofed tomorrow; I also don’t want Azalea to feel pressured,” I tell him.

Liam nods, rushing out to do my bidding while I get up. I carry a sleeping Azalea into the bathroom, climbing in the hot bath, I sit her on my lap, and wash her. She moves around, waking, but my calling forces her back under as I wash her the best I can. I heard Liam slip into the room again before shutting the door. When I am sure he isgone, I sit on the edge of the bath and dry her before setting her in the bed and tugging the blanket up.

I noticed the pill sitting on the table with a bottle of water. Climbing back in bed, she instinctively moves closer before crawling on top of me, pressing her body to my chest, and she grabs my hand, placing it over her. I snort, running my fingers up her spine.

“I’m cold,” she yawns, snuggling against me.

“Because your heat has subsided,” I tell her, and she shivers, nodding sleepily.

“Do you want kids?”

She is already asleep when I ask this, and I know she will stay in this dreary state for hours. I brush her hair with my fingers for a while before letting myself drift off. I would have to ask her when she wakes. It’s not my body and therefore, not my decision. However, I have to tell her there is a chance she could be pregnant.

Chapter Forty-Two

Waking the following day, I tuck Azalea’s makeshift den around her. She had built it in her sleep, growling at me when I moved out of it. I always secretly loved seeing female Lycan nests. As dangerous as a nesting Lycan can be, I like the possessive nature behind it. I love how they never lose that primal instinct over time and after changes in tradition.

It is built in their DNA, just like our calling is in us men. Azalea burrows underneath the blanket she had shredded, feathers covering every inch of the bed as she disappears beneath it. Grabbing some shorts, I mosey to the door to see Damian standing guard, wide awake and looking alert.

“My King,” he nods.

“Watch her for me,” I ask him, and he nods. I head for the stairs before stopping.

“Don’t enter. Azalea is?—”

“Nesting. I heard her shredding the bed earlier. Also heard you try to save your pillow from her. It woke me,” Damian laughs, and I tug my lips in thecorners.

“When I return, you can go off duty. I won’t be leaving her side,” I tell him, and I turn for the stairs again when Damian speaks.

“Dustin, My King?”

I stop, a growl slipping out of me as I turn to face him.

“He wants to return his post,” Damian continues.

“Trey has it handled?” I say, but I am now a little uneasy about Trey.

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