Page 76 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

Forty

KYSON

The situation is spiraling out of my grasp, slipping through my fingers like fine sand. Our visit to Ester’s parents gives us little information. They seem genuinely clueless about the identity of Peter’s father, yet I can tell Trey is hiding something, or maybe he too is trying to make sense of everything. According to Peter’s grandparents, he had been left on their doorstep with a letter from Ester, pleading for them to care for him. It was an odd visit to say the least. Throughout the drive back home, Azalea remains unusually quiet, her thoughts hidden from me.

I can’t fathom what she hoped to find by visiting his grandparents; all I know is that it leaves us with more questions than answers. Trey, on the other hand, sits in brooding silence, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.

As the gates of our castle loom into view, Azalea turns to look at me. She knows that Peter’s fate has been sealed by his grandparents, but I can’t comprehend why she still wants to save him after everything he has done. Once we arrive back at the castle, I ask Liam to take Azalea back to our room. She glancesat me, searching my eyes for something, but I have already shut her out.

I can see the unspoken question lingering on her lips, but she remains mute, choosing instead to open the door to head inside. Trey moves to exit the car, but I hold onto his shoulder firmly.

“Stay where you are,” I command, keeping a watchful eye on Liam and Azalea until they disappear from sight. Only then do I release my grip on Trey.

“Why didn’t you tell me that Ester was your sister?” I question him, my voice laced with an undercurrent of frustration.

“She’s not my sister!” Trey growls, shaking his head vehemently.

“By blood, she is your half-sister,” I remind him, trying to inject a sense of reason into our conversation.

“Not by choice. I should have killed her back in Landeena,” he snarls, his voice dripping with bitterness.

“You have a twin. Is it possible that he is the father?” I probe further, a nagging doubt tugging at the corners of my mind, though I am reluctant to admit it.

“We’re not some inbred family,” Trey retorts, turning to face me directly in the passenger seat.

“She wanted to escape from her parents, and I can’t blame her. You’ve seen what they’re like. Her mother accidentally revealed that she had brothers, and that’s when she came to us. We took her in. Little did I know that it would be the biggest mistake of my life,” Trey confesses, his voice heavy with regret.

“How long ago was that?” I inquire, trying to piece together the timeline.

“Almost fifteen years ago,” Trey replies.

“Peter is fourteen. Is it possible that his father is from Landeena?” I press, my mind racing with possibilities.

Trey falls silent, refusing to provide an answer.

“Was she already pregnant when she arrived?” I probe further, determined to uncover the truth.

“No, she wasn’t. I didn’t even know she was pregnant. She left a few months before the attack,” Trey admits, his voice tinged with pain.

“Was she involved with anyone else during her time with you?” I ask cautiously.

“She’s nothing but a whore,” Trey spits out bitterly but also evades the question.

“You know that I plan on killing Peter, right? Will that cause any issues between us?” I question him directly, searching for any signs of hesitation or conflict within him.

Trey shakes his head firmly. “If you want, I’ll do it for you,” he offers coldly, his eyes glinting with an unsettling mix of detachment and hatred.

“And Ester?” I inquire further, needing to understand the depth of his feelings towards her.

“She’s dead to me,” Trey declares through gritted teeth, his anger palpable.

“I want Peter out of the picture, but I have a feeling Azalea will resist. Liam has taken her to our room. Do you have the stomach for it, or should I ask Gannon?” I ask, my words carrying a weight of finality.

“As I said, I’ll do it for you,” Trey replies, his voice devoid of emotion. The ease with which he accepts the task unsettles me, making me curious how he could instantly hate Peter more knowing he is his nephew, but there is no turning back now.

“Good. We’re heading down to the cells while Liam distracts Azalea,” I declare, my mind made up. Trey nods in silent agreement, though I know that my decision wouldn’t have changed even if he had voiced opposition when another thought occurs to me since Trey was one of the King and Queen’s guards there.

“One last question,” I interject as Trey opens the car door. He pauses, turning to face me with a questioning look.

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