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I feel the same way, but Kyson would not change his mind, and much as I was not too fond of going back there, it may also be a good way to put that place behind me.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

KYSON

Azalea was in a strange mood. She was scared, not that she would admit it. I was kind of glad to get out of the castle with her. At least she would be safe with me. Or so I hope. I hope bringing her back to this place doesn’t dredge up unwanted memories for her or haunt her, especially after this morning. She knows I am keeping stuff from her, but I am only doing it to protect her, though I can’t lie, some of it is for selfish reasons. Trey blurted that one out.

“Are you worried about returning here?” I ask her, but she shakes her head. Which only confirms my original thoughts. She’s more scared about being at the castle. I am struggling to figure out who I could trust myself.

Every lead we have is a dead-end, and I knew this one would be too. They always were, yet still, we investigated.

“What are you worried about, then?”

“Everything,” she murmurs. I can feel the weight and pressure on her. In the blink of an eye, she’s been thrust into a world she knows nothing about. Laws, kingdoms, and her own family history are a mystery to her. Then, on top of that, she is worried about Abbie. She is always worried about Abbie.Concerned about who is trying to kill her and why. But most of all, she is curious to know who she is, and as determined as I am to keep it from her, I know she also needs to know. So I will start teaching her to use her Alpha voice even if it means hers would one-day overthrow mine.

Yet feeling her through the bond, her nervousness and anxiety worsen the closer we get, and the overwhelming urge to comfort her grows stronger. I want to touch her, put her mind at ease, and let her know she is safe with me.

“Come here.” I can’t stop the edge of a growl escaping me, but she turns her head to look at me, pulling her attention away from the window.

“Seatbelt, Azalea. Sit up, Azalea. And now, you want me to remove my seatbelt to come to you?” she spits at me sarcastically while shaking her head. My little mate is growing more cunning. I always find her attitude amusing until it’s used against me.

I growl and unclip my seatbelt before moving toward her, sliding onto the seat beside her and undoing her seatbelt before looping my arm around her waist and dragging her onto my lap. She growls, and I purr back at her. She will not escape me so easily. My hand sneaks under her shirt to rest on her lower belly. The bump is quite prominent already, and I smooth my hands over it. She sighs and relaxes against me as I caress it. I can’t wait to watch her belly grow with our child, I can’t wait to see what sort of mother she will be. I want a big family, and I wonder ‌whether she shares the same thoughts.

To me, her scent is like a balm, soothing yet also teasing, making my mouth water. She smells sweet, cherry, and vanilla, and I can’t explain the strange urges her scent entices. I have never liked sweets, yet her scent is addictive and inviting. It’s delicious

So I can’t help the purr that slips out and vibrates against her back. My calling works every time, and I love how she meltsunder it. At least, that is one thing I will always have that she can’t resist. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

My cock grows hard beneath her, and I am glad Abbie didn’t come. I feel like I hardly get time with her alone anymore, so having her so close and all mine, I can’t resist the temptation her flesh is offering. My fingertips draw circles on her skin before teasing the waistband of her tights. My purr grows louder, and I can feel the effect I am having on her. Her arousal through the bond is intense and perfumes the small space in the limousine. Her scent becomes overwhelming. I am supposed to be distracting her and calming her, and all I manage to do is work myself up.

“Kyson! Damian, Liam and Trey are in the front!” she hisses, gripping my wrist and trying to stop it from slipping lower. Ignoring her, I slip my hand beneath the waistband and cup her warm pussy with my hand.

“Kyson!” she squeaks, while squirming on my lap. I groan as her ass brushes against my erection. Stroking the seam of her wet lower lips, she can deny me all she wants, but she can’t hide the feeling I am enticing out of her.

Azalea squirms as my fingers tease her folds, drawing out moisture with each brush across her slit. “Hmm,” I hum, shoving my finger inside her.

Any words of protest she has, die off as my thumb gently rubs against her swollen clit. Her legs open wider for me, and I chuckle, kissing her shoulder and withdrawing my finger that is slick with her arousal before sliding it back in and curling it deep within her. Her inner walls clench around my finger, and she moans softly, her head rolling back against my shoulder as she gives in to the feeling I am building up with the friction.

However, it is short-lived when I hear the screech of tires, and the limo slows. I growl, peering out my window, and Azaleascrambles off my lap. My hand slides out of her pants, and an angered growl leaves me as the car comes to an abrupt stop. We are stopped by the side of the road, just outside the pack borders and men surround the vehicle.

Snarling, I hear Damian get out of the car and listen to him talking to Alpha Dean’s men, who are trying to refuse us entry. Reaching for the door handle, I toss it open and climb out. Six werewolves are arguing with him about there not being any announcement of our arrival. My aura slips out as I stare at the man with his gun pointed at Damian’s chest. Damian snarls, unflinching, and daring the man to pull the trigger.

“Issue?” I ask, shutting the door behind me. The other men are smart enough to back up, but one sniff of the air, and I can tell this man is the Beta. His scent is more substantial than the others.

“I would have thought after your Alpha’s experience with stepping out of line and giving my men orders, that the rest of you would have more sense. Apparently not!” I tell the man while coming up behind Damian. His mud brown eyes flick to me over Damian’s shoulder and he swallows. The other five have scampered off, leaving the Beta to fend for himself when they realized they are dealing with Lycans and not random fleabag werewolves with no authority or rights.

The man glances around, his curly brown hair blowing in his face when he realizes his pack members had abandoned him.

“No issue, my King. I didn’t recognize you,” he stammers. Lie, the flags on the front of the limo show our immunity.

“Did you have trouble recognizing my Beta too?” I ask. He pales, glancing at Damian, who holds his signature smirk.

“I um… The Alpha, he…” the man babbles like an idiot.

“Your Alpha what? Told you to ignore hierarchy? To hold a gun to a Lycan’s chest?” I ask the man.

“He said not to let anyone in without notifying him first,” the man stammers. Damian glances at me.

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