Page 37 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“Wait, slow down. How many Royal families were there? I’m so confused right now. They would bet on bloodlines?”

Kyson exhales a heavy sound. He strides from behind the desk, and as he approaches, I rise instinctively from his chair, the leather still warm from his presence.

Kyson lowers himself into the seat. His demeanor is noticeably calmer as he reaches for me. His hands, strong enough to kill, are tender as he guides me onto his lap, wrapping me in an embrace that feels like both shelter and captivity.

Damian moves, taking a seat next to Trey, whose eyes flicker. Gannon sprawls on the couch, his posture relaxed but eyes sharp, missing nothing.

“Oh yes, story time!” Liam declares, voice slicing through the tension with the ease of a blade through silk. His excitement is infectious enough to draw a chuckle from Dustin, whose demeanor cracks just a bit at Liam’s antics.

Liam nudges Gannon, forcing him to scoot over on the couch, making room for him. The movement leaves Dustin as the sole figure standing; his arms crossed over his chest when Liam speaks again.

“I have a knee, good sir. You may use it,” Liam offers, each word dripping with mischief as his eyebrow wiggles in a gesture that’s borderline scandalous.

Dustin’s reaction is immediate, his usual composure splintering under the weight of embarrassment. His cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, a different contrast to the mask he usually wears. He growls, low and dangerous, a sound that might’ve sent anyone else scattering. But not Liam. He thrives on this; I can tell by the glint in his eyes.

“Will you stop with that filth talk? We fucked. Get over it and stop mentioning it,” Dustin hisses, voice barely controlled as he levels a glare at Liam, one that could curdle milk.

“Correction, wearefucking. I never said I was done with you. Now sit,” Liam growls. His grip wraps around Dustin’s wrist. With an unexpected yank, he deposits Dustin onto his lap, a move so swift it leaves no room for Dustin to fight him.

A chuckle rumbles behind me, warm and deep from Kyson as we all watch Dustin struggle in Liam’s lap. “Stop squirming, or I will spank your tight ass,” Liam warns and Dustin growls.

Dustin’s eyes flash dangerously, his jaw setting in a hard line when Gannon speaks up.

“I told you not to go there, and I warned you that he’s clingy as fuck!” Gannon’s voice cuts in with a laugh.

Liam’s retort is instant. “I’m not!” His eyes flash menacingly.

Dustin’s chest heaves in a silent huff, his irritation palpable, yet restrained.

“You’re so cute when angry, like a savage chihuahua,” Liam chuckles as he reaches out, fingers aiming to tweak Dustin’s reddening cheek.

Dustin’s hand shoots up to intercept Liam’s, slapping it away with a swift motion.

But their banter lightens the tension in the room.

Chapter

Twenty-One

AZALEA

“So, the trials?” I ask, looking around at everyone. Damian sighs, and Kyson leans forward and opens a drawer, his hand on my belly, stopping me from slipping off his lap as he moves. He pulls out a scroll and hands it to Damian, who unrolls it on the desk. I lean forward. Trey then grabs a paperweight and places it on the end to hold it out while Damian does the other side. I lean forward to see it’s a map. It looks ancient, the paper yellowing around the edges.

Trey points to a vast Kingdom by the river, which I know has to be this one or the Landeena’s. “There are four Kingdoms. This one is the Valkyrie Kingdom, Kyson’s Kingdom,” Trey says, pointing to Kyson behind me.

“Your last name is Valkyrie?” I ask, looking at Kyson over my shoulder.

“Yes,” Kyson chuckles. Trey looks at me like I’m absurd and should have known that.

“She didn’t even know her own Kingdom. How could you expect her to know his last name? She can’t read,” Damian defends me.

“Plus, I never bothered to askwhich I probably should have,” I answer, my cheeks burning.

“Kyson Keller Valkyrie, Valkyrie Kingdom,” Kyson whispers next to my ear. He kisses my shoulder, and I nod, turning back to Trey.

“This is your Kingdom, the Landeena Kingdom,” Trey says while pointing to another along the river but high in the mountains.

“So all the Kingdoms are named after the reigning King?” I ask, and Trey nods.

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