His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 166

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 166 — Azalea POV

Stepping into the basement, the place was stacked to the ceiling with boxes of files, no order,nothing, just boxed and stacked. I did not know what I was looking for, and I had no clue where toeven start. Damian comes up behind me, leading me to a table in the center and flicking a smalllamp on.

“I'm sorry I stuck my nose in. It made me mad when I saw them,” I admitted to him. I was unsurewhere my bravado came from, but seeing my old Alphas ticked me off, and I hated how they mademe feel lower than dirt, and I wanted to return the favor.

“No, you did well,” Damian says when Kyson comes down the steps. I waited to see if he was madthat I kind of just took over when I was supposed to remain in the car with Trey. I wasn't supposedto step foot in here at all. Yet when he came down the last step, he had a silly smile on his face as hestrolled over to me.

“Ah, this will take forever,” Liam growls, rifling through boxes. Kyson comes over, places his handson my hips, and buries his face in my neck. But Liam was right. This would take days to go through.“So, what do you want to do now?” Kyson asks, and I look up at him.

“Pardon?” I whisper.

“You're in charge, boss. So what now?” he asks, brushing his nose across my cheek. I gasp, lookingaround. Kyson purrs behind me before tapping my hip with his hand and wander about the hugebasement before stopping having no clue, it would take days...

“Can we take them?” I ask Kyson, and he nods.

“For real, my Queen? You want me to cart all these boxes up?” Liam whines, jutting out his bottomlip and pointing to Trey, “He wants to do it,” Liam whispers, and I chuckle.

“No, I..." I press my lips in a line. There were hundreds of boxes down here. I look up at Kyson, andhe shrugs, not offering any help.

"You're in charge, and I'm not helping. So what are you going to do, my Queen?” Kyson says, and Ipeer back around the room. They wouldn't fit in the cars. There were too many. I glance at the stepsleading up before walking past Kyson and back up the steps to the main house. Alpha Dean andAlpha Brock stood by the doors, looking terrified of the two guards beside them. Seeing themground my gears, the humiliation of being put on that podium in front of the entire town squarewhile they threw stuff at us made my blood boil as I remembered the last time I saw them.

"Have you got a trailer?” I ask them. They both shake their heads.

“Find one,” I tell them.

“You want us to replace a trailer?” Alpha Brock asks, looking at his father.

“Don't look at him. Find a trailer, I said.” I snapped, and he growls, the noise cutting off when I growlback at him. Only mine was a lot louder, and the power behind it almost made me gasp and jumpbefore I contained those urges of shock. I felt the power ooze out of me, my aura coming out like ashield and suffocating the Alphas.

“You will replace a trailer and attach it to the car. Then you will come back here, and you and yourfather will cart every box and piece of paper from that basement and stack them in it.” I tell them."Every box?” Alpha Dean says.

"Are you hard of hearing, Alpha Dean? Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked him, and he shook hishead. Turning to the guards beside them, I dropped my aura and spoke to them.

“Make sure they bring every box up. And if they miss one, K**I Alpha Brock,”

"Yes, my Queen,” they nod, and one smiles like he would enjoy that job. I go to leave when I pauseto see Kyson leaning against the wall.

"Oh, and once they have attached the trailer, they have 18 minutes to cart them up,” I tell theguards.

“18 MINUTES!" Alpha Brock exclaims.

"Yes. Because 18 years is a wonderful age to k**I innocent rogues, so I give 18 minutes to cart thoseboxes up.” I tell him

"And if we don't complete it in that timeframe?” Alpha Dean asks.

“I suggest you get it done, and you won't have to replace out,” I tell him before turning on my heel andwalking out.

Stepping outside, I let out a breath. It was exhilarating holding the control, yet also petrifying.Adrenaline made my heart rate quicken and flutter in my chest.

“Now what?” Kyson asks me. I bite the inside of my lip and look around and I see Alpha Brock rushoff to his neighbor's house.

"Will the guards make sure they retrieve everything?” I ask, and Kyson nods his head.

“Then can we go to the orphanage?”

"Are you asking?” Kyson says with a devious smile on lips. I swallowed, glancing at Trey, who raisedan eyebrow at me and nodded toward Kyson. I shake my head and cringe, looking up at my mate.“No. I want to go to the orphanage, so we are going,” I tell him. I was turning away from him whenhe grabs my arm. My heart lurches in my chest, thinking like pushed him too far, demanding him.Yet he only turns me to face him before his hand slips to the back of my neck, and he leans downwhile tilting my head back. His lips c***h against mine, his tongue demanding as it invades mymouth, forcing my lips to part. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouthbefore he pulls away and smiles.

“I like it when you're bossy,” he purrs.

"You say that now,” I tell him.

“For now," he smiles, grabbing my hand. He kisses the back of it before draping his arm across myshoulders. We walk to the orphanage since it wasn't that far from the packhouse. It was odd walkingthrough the streets; this place no longer gave me the same fear it used to. It looked different, rundown. People stared as we headed toward the orphanage and I paid them no mind, ignoring theircurious gazes.