Page 9 of His Loved Lycan Luna

“You’re not allowed to tell me, are you?” I ask, already aware of the answer.

“The king has everything under control,” Dustin replies, and I bite the inside of my lip as I contemplate whether to go after him to find out, by the look on Damian’s face, it seems serious. My eyes wander toward Kyson’s office, where he has vanished.

Curiosity piques within me, wondering if this has anything to do with the missing women. Against better judgment, I begin to make my way toward his office, only to be halted by the sound of arguing. Dustin grabs my hand, trying to steer me in the opposite direction, but my feet don’t move, the arguing grows louder, and Dustintightens his grip on my hand, attempting to steer me back toward the stairs, but I find myself transfixed by what is happening.

“The king doesn’t want you in there right now, My Queen,” Dustin advises. I try to pull away from Dustin, ignoring his words.

“Ivy!”

“I want to know what’s going on,” I tell him when I hear something smash in his office. Dustin attempts to grab me when I rip my arm out of his gentle grip. Escaping Dustin, I shove the door open to find the king has shifted, and he has Gannon pinned on the desk, who is also shifted. They appear to be fighting while Damian is picking himself up off the floor. His lip is bleeding, and I see the healing bruise on his chin, showing someone has hit him.

Gannon snarls and shoves the king before swinging at him, only for Kyson to punch him, sending Gannon stumbling backward before hitting the ground. The pungent aroma of alcohol in the room emanating from Gannon tells me he is drunk. He growls, trying to get up but stumbling, and Damian goes to get between them when Kyson glares at him, and Damian backs away with his hands up.

“Stand down. She will see reason soon and come back, stop this,” the king orders Gannon.

“This is fucking bullshit, and you know it,” Gannon snaps at him.

“My hands are tied, you know this,” Kyson says, letting him go, and glaring down at Gannon.

I stand back, confused at the scene before me. Normally it’s the king who throws alcohol-induced temper tantrums. I’ve never seen Gannon act this way before. What could get him so worked up? Unless he’s talking about… Abbie.

“You’re the fucking king. You can make him give her back,” Gannon snarls when his eyes fall on me standing in the doorway.

“I wonder what Ivy would say to that. Would you offer her the same excuse?” Gannon sneers.

“If I knew what?” I interrupt, stepping further into the room, my presence now visible to all men.

“Nothing, Ivy. Go back to our room, love,”Kyson orders. At his command, my shock quickly turns into rage, feeling its subtlety wash over me.

Gannon goes to say something, and the king turns, a furious growl tearing out of him, but the look on Gannon’s face shows he doesn’t care about the consequences, or maybe he is too intoxicated to realize the trouble he is about to get in for disobeying a direct order.

“Dustin, get her,” Kyson snarls, and Dustin grabs my arm, trying to pull me from the room when Gannon speaks up.

“Kade is mistreating Abbie,” Gannon says. I stop.

I had just spoken to her the night before, and she seemed fine. Turning to face him, Dustin tries to yank me out, but I shove him off. I turn to Kyson, wanting to know what he is talking about, when the king snarls, pivoting and punching Gannon so hard it knocks him out cold. I gasp, my hands covering my mouth as Gannon suddenly becomes sprawled on the floor.

“Out Ivy, now!” Kyson snaps angrily, but I glare at him.

“Where is Abbie, Kyson?” I demand, my voice filled with a mixture of fury and concern.

“She is with her mate, where she chooses to be,” Kyson replies, his tone daring. I furrow my brows, shifting my gaze toward Gannon, who lies on the floor.

“Then what is Gannon talking about?” I press.

“It doesn’t matter. I will join you soon.” Kyson once again evades my question.

“You’re lying.”

“Pardon me?”

“I said you’re lying. Now, tell me what’s happening with Abbie?” I snap, my mind racing as I desperately try to make sense of the situation, searching for signs in her tone and demeanor that something was off. Has something happened since we last spoke?

“Go back to the room. Do not force me to give you an order, Ivy,” Kyson warns.

“Then answer the damn question!” I retort, frustration and fearintertwining within me. My gaze darts between Kyson and Gannon, Gannon still unconscious.

“Ivy...” Kyson grits his teeth, his eyes darting behind me to Dustin, and he glares at him in some silent message.

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