Page 40 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

I scrunch my face up at the thought of drinking someone’s blood. I never would have agreed to that anyway.

“Wait! Why not just say that? You make no sense!” I ponder, looking at Liam, and he shakes his head and shrugs.

“Because I am not smelling his scent on you, is WHY! And risking you bonding to him.”

“I am marked and mated!” I growl. Not that I wanted to drink Trey’s blood. I believe him, he had so many chances to kill me and didn’t. He also could have walked off with the bear and it would have looked like a freak accident, but he stayed instead, getting ripped apart trying to save me.

“You’re Landeena!” Kyson growls.

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on,” he says, tapping my leg for me to hop up. But now I want to know why the heck being Landeena is so important.

“No, what do you mean?”

Kyson sighs. I twist in his lap, but he glares at the ceiling, refusing to answer when Trey steps just inside the door. His voice makes me turn to look at him.

“Landeena’s aren’t tied to anyone, neither are Azures,” Trey says. As soon as the words leave his mouth, Kyson roars. The growl that rips out of him sounds almost painful, his aura hitting all of us like a shock wave, which makes me feel queasy. He moves so quickly I fall off his lap onto the floor just as he reaches over and grabs Trey. He slams him against the door and Liam jumps back just as startled.

“Kyson!” I shriek, watching Trey’s face turn purple. I get to my feet and grab his arm.

“Let him go,” I demand. Kyson’s eyes are wild with rage and his nostrils flare, and hair spreads across his body as he fights the urge to shift. Trey tries to speak, his mouth opening as he tries to breathe, yet Kyson doesn’t let him go. I look at Liam for help, who moves the moment I do and grips Kyson’s shoulder.

Damian also steps back in next to him from outside the corridor. “Kyson, you don’t want to kill him; he isn’t lying. I know you know that and a sire bond is stronger than an oath! Think about this!”

Kyson’s grip tightens more and Trey makes a gasping noise when Damian speaks again.

“You kill him and you kill her biggest protection,” Damian mutters. Kyson growls, but his grip loosens and Trey gasps loudly, yet Kyson doesn’t let go completely.

“Please!” I whisper, looking at Trey, who is trying to catch his breath. Kyson shoves him, but steps back. Trey clutches his throat and hunches over. I rub his back, glaring at Kyson. Trey clutches my arms and I help him sit in the chair. He looks like he’s been through the ringer, though the fingerprints around his neck are already starting to heal.

“What did you mean?” I ask Trey. Kyson growls and glares at him. “If you won’t tell me, I will get answers from others,” I snap at him.

“Landeenas are not tied to anyone. They can sever a bond and live afterward, though it would kill Kyson. You would survive. That is what your mate is worried about. You could leave him and it would kill him, but not you,” Trey answers, glancing nervously at Kyson.

“That’s what you are worried about? That I would leave my own mate?” I ask Kyson.

“Yes, because your father did, his mate was a human woman. First time a Lycan ever had a human mate. He changed her and made her Lycan. Then a treaty agreement was offered. So he rejected his mate for your mother, which in turn killed the girl and that started the war with the Credence Kingdom. The Kingdoms took them out, or so we thought,” Kyson answers.

“So you think I would do the same thing?” I ask him, remembering the pain of being without him even briefly. I could only imagine the pain of a severed bond.

“No.. Well, yes.. Maybe. But also no, because it is nearly impossible to do. Plus, I have actually marked and mated you, making us destined mates. Lycan souls are tied once, markedand mated. For you to do that would not only kill me, but kill a part of you.”

“But my father did it?” I ask and Trey nods beside me.

“Yes, he was also having an affair with Marissa Talbot. Unfaithfulness is nearly impossible with actual mate bonds, but arranged marriages and forced bonds, they can still do those things. It causes pain to the mate. But for some reason, when your father rejected his mate, he lived and remarked another. We believed it was a backup plan for when the moon goddess created Lycans so we could procreate,” Trey answers.

I am horrified by the things my father did, it disgusts me to know my mother not only was forced to marry the man responsible for killing most of her family, but also forced to suffer through a forced mate bond.

“Yes, but you said the Azures were the first females?”

“They were, but there would be no guarantee they would be compatible. So everyone believed that it was the creator’s backup plan that the original Landeena could reject his mate and take another. All four royal bloodlines were created at once, but Azures and Landeena were the first and considered blessed,” Trey answers. My eyebrows raise at his words. I think I could be told this over and over and still not fully understand. Comprehending this news is like trying to read a book.

“Then after generations and Lycans breeding with humans, it created werewolves, then eventually it was generations of the bloodlines dying out, so that is also why the royals never found mates. They were deemed to be marked and mated through alliance to keep the bloodlines strong and pure, or some crap if you believe in all the Goddess mumbo jumbo,” Trey continues, his voice becoming clearer, and by the time he finished, I knew his throat was healed.

“Ok, is the history lesson done?” Kyson snaps, and Trey swallows and nods. Yet I have more questions, but with the wayKyson’s aura is rippling out, I figure it would be best not to push him.

Liam grabs Trey and hauls him out of the room quickly before Kyson goes on another strangling spree. Kyson wanders over to his bar area and pours himself a glass of whiskey and then another. Three glasses later and his aura settles some even though his anger is still buzzing beneath the surface. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. After 30 minutes, he simply walks out of the room. I race to catch up to him, I slip my hand in his and he stops. He looks down at my hand and sighs, lifting it to his lips and giving it a kiss.

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