Page 18 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“No. Of course not. She was one of the bodies we found, I sent it to Liam so he could forward them to the packs so we could try to identify her. Wait … she is from Kade’s pack?” he asks.

“Yes, I just said that. She was one of the rogues there. She worked in the brothel,” I tell him. Gannon looks at his screen again and flicks through the pictures. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.

“What?” I ask him, feeling my legs shaking.

“We found a nurse not far from Blaire but in the opposite direction as the day after we got you back, she washed down the river at the back of the castle.”

“You want me to look. You think they are linked?” I ask, taking a step forward.

“Just let me zoom in on her face. I don’t want you seeing the rest,” Gannon tells me. I nod, already wishing I could unsee Blaire’s body.

He turns the screen to show me, and I stumble back, clutching my mouth, tears brim in my eyes. “You know her?” he asks.

“She is the nurse who helped me escape. She undid my handcuffs,” I tell him, and I choke on a whimper. Gannon comes over, wrapping his arms around me, and he kisses my hair.

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispers, and I clutch the front of his shirt. He rubs my arms before pulling away from me.

“We need to get back. I need to speak to the King and Damian about this,” he says and I sniffle but climb back in the car, and he shuts my door.

He gets back in the driver’s seat before reaching over and grabbing a blanket, a water bottle, and some mints. Gannon puts the blanket over me, and I shakily open the water bottle, gulping it down. He turns the heater up, which helps with my shaking against the cool night air. Or maybe it was my shock because he was still in a shirt and didn’t look cold.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Gannon whispers, pulling back onto the road.

Chapter

Thirteen

AZALEA

I wake up to Kyson’s leg draped across my waist, and I try to push him off. My bladder is screaming for me to get up and pee, and he is squashing it with his heavy leg. Instead, he rolls into me, crushing me further with his heavy weight. I push at his shoulders when I suddenly stop, everything coming back to me yet I feel no pain.

Kyson moves, lifting his head and yawning, covering his mouth with his hand before rubbing his eyes. I stare up at him, waiting for him to explain what happened after the council came here, but he clearly has other intentions as he leans down, kissing me.

His tongue invades my mouth and I push him away, making him growl, and he hits me with his calling, urging me to submit to him.

“Is Abbie back? What happened with the council? Cassandra? How long have I been asleep?” I ask around his lips which are assaulting mine. He doesn’t answer, too preoccupied with mauling me.

“Kyson!” I growl, grabbing his head.

“Abbie is back, has been for a day now. Council sorted and Cassandra is in the basement,” he mutters nonchalantly, while collecting my wrists in one of his hands. He shoves them above my head awkwardly, his face dipping down to my naked chest.

“So Abbie is safe? What will happen with Kade’s pack, or what’s left of them? And why is Cassandra in the basement still, shouldn’t she be dead?” Kyson doesn’t bother answering, just nips at my flesh.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” I ask angrily when I feel his tongue run over my nipple then sucks on it.

“Hm,” is the only answer I receive which pisses me off.

“Kyson stop!” I snap at him as he pushes his knee between my legs. He growls, rolling off me and sitting up on his elbow while still holding my wrists in his hand.

“Everything is fine, I sorted it. We also have a lead on the rogues. Which is where I am going today,” he tells me.

He palms my breast with his other hand before brushing his thumb over my nipple. I ignore the bond, not reacting to his touch. He sighs, his eyes moving to mine when he twists my nipple making me hiss. He chuckles and I glare at him.

“It is nothing you need to worry about,” he tells me.

“Nothing to worry about? I just got whipped, and your men were knocked out, but I don’t need to worry?” I ask incredulously.

“I said it is sorted, didn’t I?” Kyson asks.

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