Page 12 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“Do you recognize those eyes, Denali?” Kyson asks

Denali gulps, looking up at Kyson with a mixture of fear and recognition.

“You made the grave mistake of assuming my mate was just an ordinary Lycan. Now you will pay for your treason and attempted murder of her majesty Azalea Ivy Landeena, the rightful heir to the Landeena Kingdom. I may be bound by council laws, but...”

“How is this possible?” Denali interrupts, turning to his brother Larkin before seeking confirmation from Mr. Crux.

“That kingdom fell,” Mr. Crux interjects, stepping forward.

“Yes, and now it rises,” Kyson declares, motioning towards the Lycans who are kneeling around us. A chorus of growls fill the air as they glared at the council elders. My vision starts to blur as my wounds continue to bleed, staining Dustin’s clothes.

“Now, can anyone explain why the Landeena bloodline is exempt from the council’s laws?” Kyson demands, his gaze shifting between the three men.

Denali swallows, rising to his hands and knees. “Please show leniency, I had no knowledge of your identity,” he pleads, gripping my arm in a feeble attempt to plead for mercy. ButKyson swiftly places his foot on Denali’s shoulder, forcefully pushing him back. Dustin stands protectively beside me, holding me closer in his arms.

“My King, I swear had I known,” Denali stutters.

“No one knew. I knew the hunters would come after her. Only those in my castle knew her true identity, and you have not only harmed my pregnant mate but broke the very laws you are supposed to uphold,” Kyson booms.

“We were only-” Mr. Crux says, but one look from Kyson makes him shut up.

“Looking for a way to punish me, I am not stupid. I know the council has been looking for a reason to take me down for centuries. Had she mentioned who she was, I know you would have killed her before I got here, but now that I am. Who dares to answer the question I asked?”

“My King, my brother didn’t know. Surely, you can’t punish him for such an innocent mistake,” Larkin interjects, rushing forward in defense of his sibling. Kyson turns his gaze towards Denali’s brother.

“He should have considered the consequences of laying a hand on the Empress of Alpha’s,” Kyson growls, his foot coming down on Denali’s head with a brutal stomp. Larkin wails in agony as his brother’s skull is crushed beneath Kyson’s unyielding force. Mr. Crux lunges at Larkin, grabbing him before he can reach Kyson. The sight is too much for me to bear, and I lurch forward in Dustin’s arms, vomiting as brain matter splatters onto the ground.

Ignoring Larkin’s anguished cries, Kyson turns his attention back to me, gently taking me from Dustin’s embrace. “Shh, I’ve got you now,” Kyson whispers, his voice filled with tenderness. The sparks emanating from his skin provide a soothing sensation that eases the pain coursing through my body.

“I suggest you leave. Enough council members have died. Dustin, take that bitch to the dungeons.”

Cassandra screams and tries to run, but Dustin grabs her quickly, and Kyson turns to the rest of the Lycan still on their knees.

“Kill the lot of them,” he says as my head rolls back, and I see what’s left of Cassandra’s pack start running, their screams ring out loudly when Kyson turns on his heel and walks toward the castle.

Kyson lifts me higher, burying his face in my neck, the sparks from his skin soothe the pain coursing through me.

“Hang on, love, I will take care of you,” he purrs.

Chapter

Nine

KYSON

Azalea whimpers as she jostles in my arms. Her blood streams down my arms as I make my way to the bedroom. I kick the doors open, and they bang against the walls. Dustin comes rushing in behind me, runs past me and toward the bathroom, shoving the door open and turning the shower on.

Not only is she losing an alarming amount of blood, but I know those barbs are dipped in wolfsbane and water-hemlock, which are used to prevent healing. Water pours from the shower head, and Dustin turns to me. He uses his claws to shred what’s left of her dress, letting it fall away in tatters to the floor.

“Give her here, you shift,” he says, holding his arms out for her. I pass her to him. She’s like a rag doll in his arms, her body flopping around as he steps into the shower, forcing her back under the spray to rinse the poison off her while I shift. Using one hand, he turns the other shower head on, turning the head and aiming it at her back. Moments later, Liam runs in, looking worse for wear. I don’t even care that they’re all seeing her naked. My sole focus is on stopping the wolfsbane from soaking into her system and killing our baby.

“What do you need?” Liam asks.

“Alcohol,” I tell him, knowing I am about to ingest whatever was in her system, and hopefully, the alcohol would burn it out.

“On it,” he says, disappearing out the door. Dustin’s arm moves to the back of her neck and the other under her ass, exposing her back to me, and I waste no time running my tongue over her wounds, healing them and sucking the poison out where the barbs had dug into her flesh and ripped off her skin in chunks.

A growl escapes me, the wolfsbane burning my throat, and I heave, retching when I get a huge mouthful of it. My hand hits the wall, steadying me as I throw up before returning to heal the other two long gashes up her back. Her wounds eventually close, and I know the wolfsbane and water hemlock are gone, or she wouldn’t have healed.

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