His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 111

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 111 - Azalea POV

My body ached as I rolled onto my back. My memory was grainy, so I was a little confused because Ithought I was in heat? Although I felt perfectly fine now and well-rested, there were no signs of atemperature. However, rolling over, I replace the bed empty, making me get up.

Glancing around the room, I couldn't see Kyson anywhere. Walking to the closet, I retrieved someclothes, a pair of jeans, and a blue shirt. The options are limited, from me shredding clothes all thetime. Mostly Kyson's, but I know he kept clothes in his office. The thought makes me chuckle,knowing he was keeping clothes there for safekeeping and away from my claws. His clothes weren'tsafe here, especially with me nesting on and off. Such a bizarre thing to do.

I meander around the room, trying to wake up before hunting down Kyson when I notice my tablet.Picking it up, I glance at the time before seeing Kyson's phone on the bedside table. My browspinch. Wasn't Abbie supposed to call back last night, or was it still the same day? My sense of timehad been blurring. My days and nights formed into one never-ending one and losing track of timewas becoming a regular occurrence.

Picking up his phone, I unlocked it, but he had no notifications on it or messages, not that I couldread those anyway without typing them into my tablet. I toss the phone on the bed and head forthe bathroom with a shake of my head. I shower quickly, eager to see Kyson so I can try to convincehim to take me to visit Abbie.

When I got out of the shower, I towel dried my hair, not wanting to use the hairdryer because myhearing was super sensitive right now; I could even hear the lights’ flickering buzz and the ruffle ofthe c******s as the breeze moved through them. Everything was extremely heightened, more sothan usual.

Slipping on some flats, I open the door and step into the corridor to see Dustin yawning andleaning against the wall

"You look tired,” I chuckle, and his eyes fly open, and he straightens up. “Morning, my Que-,” I raisean eyebrow at him.

“Azalea,” he corrects himself. It was stupid. He tried to be so formal when he literally followed mearound like a shadow, so him calling me that irked me. So, I liked to think he was a friend, not justhere out of duty.

“Do you know where the King is?” I ask him, and he yawns again.

“I will take her,” Trey says, and Dustin looks at him. I hadn't even noticed him standing there.

“Why are you up here?” Dustin questions. “You're not on guard today,” Dustin says.

“Damian said to relieve you, I am fine working. You have covered my shift three times now?” Treysays with a shrug, and I look at Dustin. Has Dustin worked three shifts straight? That is like thirty-sixhours.

Dustin shakes his head and waves him off. “I am fine. You can go.” Dustin tells him, waving him off.“No, you should sleep,” I tell Dustin, feeling bad, taking in his appearance; he indeed lookedexhausted.

“I am fine, Azalea. The King is in his office. However, I wouldn't advise going down there; he is in amood,” Dustin says. Since when isn’t he in a mood? I don't think it is a mood but his d**npersonality.

“You said Damian is back?” I ask Trey, and he nods.

"Go rest. Trey will take me to see the King,” I tell Dustin, squeezing his arm as I pass him. Dustingrips my arm when I move toward Trey, and I give him a strange look, but he sighs.

“It's fine; I will take you. You're dismissed, Trey. You're not needed here,” Dustin tells him.

“But-"

“l am her personal guard, and I dismissed you. Now go!” Dustin snaps at him. Trey growls andshakes his head. “Trying to help, geez,” he snarls, stomping off.

Turning my attention to Dustin, he glared after Trey. “Hey, what's got into you?” Dustin shakes hishead and drapes his arm over my shoulders, tugging me closer.

"Something off about him. I haven't liked him since he came here ten years ago; I am not sure why,but he rubs me wrong. However, he took a bullet for the King about 8 years back, earning a spot onthe royal guard, and then Damian put him on personal guard duties alongside me; he is trusted. ButI don't trust him; a few things don't add up for me,” Dustin says, and my brows pinch.

Trey seemed harmless, although he had been rude to me when the King cast me away. That was himreacting to orders, and other than that, he hadn't given me any reason to worry. However, I trustedDustin, so it made my spine tingle when he said he didn't trust Trey.

"What do you mean?” I ask him.

“Just, I don't know. How he came to be here doesn’t seem right to me,”

"So, where was he before?”

“The Landeena Kingdom, about 20% of the pack here were originally your family guard or thosefrom your Kingdom, survivors of the massacre. After your parents were k****d. King Kyson's packwas the only remaining Lycan pack. For safety, Lycans stick together. We are a d***g species, so theKing took them in. My Queen, those people are your people,” Dustin says, nudging me with hiselbow before yawning again

Did people survive? I assumed that with how much of a ghost town, everyone was k****d, but itmade sense that there would be survivors.

"How about we stay in the room for a bit? You can sleep. Since you don’t want anyone else as myguard,” I tell him.

“I am fine; I can take you,” Dustin assures me, but I grip his arm and pull him back toward theroom.Does Clea