His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 103

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 103 — Azalea POV The jostling sensation ofmovement woke me from my slumber. I had no idea how long I had been out, but the woozyfeeling abated. The previous night's memories slowly returned to me as I opened my eyes to replaceKyson carrying me.

I let out a shaky breath, and he looked down at me in his arms. He pulls me higher, burying his facein my neck and inhaling deeply. Placing my hand on the side of his neck, he moves me, allowing meto wrap my legs around his waist and I lazed against him. His scent soothed my agitated nerves. Ifelt wired and jittery.

“Thank G*d,” Kyson breathes

"I feel better,” I tell him, yawning. Yet anger coursed through the bond, and I pulled my face from hisneck to look at him, feeling his aura angry like a storm.

"What's wrong?” I asked him.

"Someone tried to poison you; I promise I will figure out who soon. Until then you are to remainwith Dustin or me,” he says, and my brows furrow. Why would someone try to poison me? I haddone nothing to anyone here. Although, I knew that should worry and scare me, I couldn't seem tofocus on that. My instincts were going berserk. No matter how much I tried to focus on what he wastelling me, all I wanted to do was lick him

Kyson carried me to our bedroom, and I was perfectly capable of walking but didn't want him to letgo, enjoying his warmth and scent. I rub the center of his chest with my hand, and Kyson chuckles."Something you want?” he asks, amused

“You,” I tell him. My instincts were all over the place. I wanted my mate, and before I could stopmyself, my teeth sank into his chest through his shirt, my claws slipping into his shoulder while theothers clawed his pec through his.

Kyson grunts, hoisting me higher while I want to climb into his shirt.

"Your scent is changing,” he purrs, nipping my mark while I am too fascinated by the taste of hisskin, as I licked his neck. Kyson shudders, clutching me tighter.

When he steps into our room, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “You should rest; you had aneventful night, and Abbie will be ringing this morning,” he says, moving toward the bed, and I feelthe softness of the duvet against my back as he places me on it.

He tries to stand up, but I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer, my teeth sinking intohis collarbone. He growls as my teeth break his skin and he starts to purr, the calling wrappingaround me, and my claws slip out, shredding his shirt even more.

Kyson presses his weight down on me, the calling making his chest vibrate against mine beforerolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My lips go to his chest while hands move up anddown my arms and sides while I mauled him. My teeth sank into him wherever I could get him. Hedrops his chin when lost a****k his neck, his stubble brushing my cheek, and I growl when hedoesn't let me mark him.

“I thought you wanted to speak to Abbie?" he murmured, kissing the side of my mouth. Abbie, ithad something to do with Abbie that was important; I just couldn't remember why. My tongue rollsover his chest, my hands clawing at his flesh.

“She should be calling soon, Azalea.” he tries to remind me before he groans when my teeth nick hisneck. Yet my sole focus was on my need to mark him. I couldn't think of anything but wanting tocrawl inside the man. Desire coursed through me so strongly I couldn't think of anything else.“Love, Abbie. She is ringing soon,” Kyson growls, nipping at my shoulder. I try to shake the fog,consuming me and muddling my thoughts. Kyson smashes me with the calling, and I melt againsthim, pressing my ear to his chest and listening to the sound emanating from him

“Shh, Abbie is calling soon. You want to speak to her, remember?” Kyson said softly, the callinggrowing stronger and making my eyelids heavy. I yawn, pressing my face into his chest.

"Abbie! Think of Abbie, Azalea. If you don't answer her call, I don't want you to hate me for missingit, so you need to focus. You can mark me afterward,” he purrs, kissing the top of my head. Hisfinger stroked my hair. My claws were slipping out of his chest as his calling turned to sedative.“That's it, plenty of time for that later, but calm,” he purrs, his fingers moving from my hair andtrailing up and down my spine. I blink, fighting the urge to sleep, trying to fight the calling, and mybreathing becomes harsher.

“That's it, Love. Fight it. You can fight your urges; just focus on a different emotion or think ofAbbie,” Kyson says. Yet my brain was mush. Yet I knew something was going on with Abbie; I justneeded to remember.

"Abbie is with Kade,” the moment his name slipped from between his lips, a furious growl tore outof me, and I sat up, blinking, my claws sinking into his chest, and he hisses, and I look down at myhands, and Kyson pulls my claws out, and his blood oozes down his side. I move to lick his wounds,wanting to heal them.

“It's fine,” I cut his words off, running my tongue over the puncture marks. They healed instantly,and I had no idea how I did it, but I could tell my saliva had changed. It tasted different on mytongue. Kyson looks at his chest. The scars remained, which I thought odd. They were fresh woundsand should have healed completely. I glanced at his face to see the faint scars from the other night.“You're not healing, it scarred you?” I murmured.

“Worry about that later. It is because you were angry. See, these healed just fine,” he says, pointingto the love bites I gave him. It made no sense why some would heal and others scarred him. They allshould have healed. My brow pinched when his calling slipped out.

“That's it. Just focus on something else.” I blinked. Clarity was washing through me like a tidal waveas I remembered I was waiting for Abbie’s call, Kade slipping into my thoughts. I despised the manhadn't even met him.

“What time is it?"

"Just after 10 am, so she should be calling any minute,” Kyson says, lifting his hips and pulling hisphone from his back pocket. He hands it to me.