Page 77 of His Fierce Lycan Luna

“Are you sired to Peter?” I ask, my voice laced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation.

“No, no, I’m not,” Trey answers firmly.

“Is there a chance that this could be considered treason?” I probe further, seeking reassurance in his response.

“With Garrett, there’s always that chance,” Trey replies, venom dripping from his words.

His response confuses me; if he is sired to the Landeena bloodline, shouldn’t Peter fall under that same sire if Ester was fooling around with the King? The questions continue to multiply in my mind, but for now, I have a pressing matter to attend to.

I will seek answers regarding this sibling rivalry and the intricacies of their lineage at a later time. As we step out of the car and approach the castle, the sound of heated arguing reaches my ears, reverberating through the corridor. It is Azalea, her voice filled with defiance as she turns her fiery glare towards me the moment I enter the hall.

“No! Don’t think I can’t sense your intentions, Kyson. We need to talk to Ester first. I won’t let you harm him,” she snarls, her words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Can she truly be serious? This boy has taken the life of our child.

“I am not seeking your permission. I told you that nothing will stand in the way of me killing him,” I retort firmly, my resolve unyielding.

“He’s just a boy! Ester should...”

“Ester isn’t here, and she doesn’t have a say,” I interject, redirecting my attention to Liam.

“Bring him to me,” I command, watching as Liam hurries off to fulfill my orders. Turning towards Trey, I instruct him,

“Lock her in the room and wait until Liam returns. Then join us downstairs...”

“What? No! I won’t allow this!” Azalea protests, stepping away from Trey’s reaching hands.

“Azzy, go to the room,” I urge, but she shakes her head adamantly, evading Trey’s grasp.

“No!” she exclaims, slapping away Trey’s hands. I gesture for him to proceed and he swiftly scoops her up, hoisting her over his shoulder.

“Put me down! You’re sired to me, not him!” Azalea screams, thrashing against Trey’s hold and delivering blows to his back.

“I’m sired to protect you and this is me doing that, you don’t want to witness his death,” Trey reasons with her, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

She continues struggling as Trey carries her towards our chambers causing quite a commotion along the way. Clarice emerges from a nearby room, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight.

“Kyson please! He’s just a boy,” she pleads, rushing over to me.

“What is it with you and her defending him?” I snap, my frustration boiling over

“Because no one else is. Not his family, not anyone,” Clarice explains, her voice filled with compassion.

“He killed my baby, and nearly took the life of my mate! Your Queen!” I exclaim, my words heavy with the weight of grief and anger. Clarice flinches under the weight of my accusations, just as Liam emerges from the kitchen down the hall. Trey turns towards the stairs, but not before Azalea’s gaze catches on Peter.

“Please! Please, Azalea! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!” Peter’s voice echoes through the hall, his pleas desperate as he drags his feet in a futile attempt to resist Liam bringing him to me.

Anger flares within Liam, and I feel Trey grunt. Azalea lunges at Liam in a desperate bid to protect Peter, but Trey swiftly intercepts her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back.

“No! No, Kyson!” she wails, her voice filled with anguish. What is wrong with her? This monster has taken the life of our child, yet she will fight tooth and nail to protect the bastard.

“Please, Kyson,” Clarice pleads, her voice filled with desperation as she stands beside me. I shoot her a glare, silencing her momentarily, only to witness a blazing fury erupt from Azalea. The intensity of her emotions sends a shiver down my spine as her aura erupts.

From the end of the corridor, I can feel her command resonating like a shock wave, bursting forth with undeniable force. “Let me go!” she demands, her voice carrying an authority that makes even Trey, who had been restraining her, release his grip under the weight of her command.

“You will not kill him! Not until I have spoken to Ester. Unhand him, Liam!” she orders, and Liam groans, struggling against her command. But in the end, he succumbs to her power, succumbing to her even from a distance. I grit my teeth in frustration; this is the last thing I needed – for her to discover her damn power over that insignificant mutt!

Peter attempts to flee, but I seize the back of his shirt and yank him towards me. His screams pierce through the air, assaulting my ears. Clarice whimpers, and even the guards and staff present seem to tremble in fear as I forcefully hurl him out the doors. He crashes onto the ground and skids across it before scrambling to his feet and fleeing.

My voice reverberates loudly as he tries to escape. “Freeze!” I command, and instantly he freezes in his tracks, straining against my order as I advance towards him.

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