His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 168

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 168 — “Why did you want to come up here?” Kysonasks, looking around at the small space. It was the same, everything left untouched. One filthymattress we shared, one tiny dirt-covered window, and a bedside dresser. That was it. I went to thebedside dresser and opened the top drawer. I found a spaghetti necklace that one of the kids madefor us and an old tunic. I hold it up and look at it. We hated these dresses and the stupid peasantskirts she would make us wear.

“Azalea?” Kyson whispers behind me.

“It's mine and Abbie’s room,” I tell him. My voice sounded distant to even my own ears.

Anger boils in my veins as I peer around the small tight space she kept us in. The other side wasused for storage and had a cupboard that Mrs. Daley would lock us in.

"Azalea, are you alright?” Kyson asks, and I glance at him. He is turning the wooden chair that sat inthe corner. Suppressed memories come back about why that chair was up here. We had broken onesimilar, trying to get the Christmas stuff out of storage. Mrs. Daley made us hold the d**n thingabove our heads, saying we needed to know the weight of the burden she carried having to lookafter us.

Most would think it's just a chair, but both of us holding two legs each above our heads for hours,we learned even the lightest things become heavy after hours. Each time we would drop it, shewould hit the back of our legs with her cane.

Seeing Kyson move it, the sound of it screeching along the floor made rage b**n through me. Igrowl, snatching the chair from him, and Kyson jumps, startled, as I toss it at the s****y little window.Glass rains down everywhere as I stalked toward the chair. Yet my focus was solely on destroyingthe d**n thing, like if I destroyed it, it would erase the memory. Erase Abbie’s cries as her kneesbuckled from the cane. I picked it back up and started smashing it into the floor. Breaking it topieces, the wood splintering off with each c***h on the floor that shook under my feet until Kysongrabs my arms.

"Hey, shh, shh.” he says, glancing down at the chair leg in my hand. He grabs it. “Give it to me,Love,” he says softly before he takes it from me. My hands shook as I caught my breath and Kysoncups my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. His eyes watching my face as I tried toregather myself. Yet this place, it was like I never left it. Some part of me would always be trapped inthis place.

“I hate this place! Hate her! I hate what she did to us!" I cried, bursting into tears. I hated this place,hated everything about it, hated that one place could haunt and stain so much of my heart of andsoul, like it was screaming out to me telling me it would always hold me here and I would neverescape it. The floodgates opened like I had been holding everything in for too long.

“She ruined us.” I sobbed.

“No, love. She ruined nothing. And you're safe now. She is d**d, she can't hurt you no more, thisplace is just a place,” he says, hugging me. I bury my face in his chest, feeling like an idiot. It was justa chair. I broke a perfectly good chair. I inhale his scent, letting it calm me before I chuckle, knowinghow many whippings I would get if Mrs. Daley heard me crying. Kyson probably thinks I lost myd**n mind, and even I questioned that possibility. I sniffle, feeling stupid and childish.

“You okay?” he asks and I nod, wiping my face and glancing around the small space and the brokenchair. I needed to leave. I couldn't stay in here any longer. It hurt too much, and I wanted out,suddenly feeling claustrophobic. I rushed down the steps needing air, feeling like the walls wereclosing in around me and that I was going to wake up at any moment and everything had been adream, and I was really stuck here still. Kyson chases after me, and I rush through the kitchen andburst into the living room, headed for the front door. But the faces of the children had my feethalting. Trey and Liam looked over at us, alarmed, and Kyson nearly ran into the back of me as Ihalted.

Little eyes peered back at me, and Katrina stared also startled. “Azalea, dear, are you okay?” sheasks, but I shake my head. I was not okay, but as I glanced around this dump, I was no longertrapped here. But all these children were. I look at Kyson in desperation. He seems to get what Iwasn't asking out loud.

“No!” he exclaims, his eyes going wide. I tilt my head to the side, but he folds his arms across hischest and shakes his head.

“I'm not asking!” I tell him, and his lips part and he glances around at the children.

“No! What am I going to do with all these kids?” he hisses at me, but I ignore him and turn toKatrina.

“Ring the bus depot and replace a driver,” I tell her, and she seems confused.

“You want a bus?” she asks.

"Yes. Maybe two. I am taking them with me,” I tell her, and she gasps, rushing over to me.

“You want to take all the children?” she asked, glancing at Kyson behind me, who was fuming.

"Yes. So ring the bus depot. I want a bus here now,” I tell her, turning to face Kyson. He growls butnods to her, and she rushes off.

"Are you insane?” he asks, and I look at the children.

"Either I stay, or they come,” I tell him.

"What are we going to do with all of them?” he asks.

“Some of the Lycan families might take them in,” Trey offers, and I nod.

"And where do you think I am going to put them?”

“The castle is big enough,” I tell him.

“Azalea!” he growls.

“No! You said I am running things here, and I say they are coming. Now get on board my King, orget out of my way,” I tell him. He growls.

"Yes, I said that, but I didn’t think you were going to bring an entire orphanage back with us!”

“Fine. You tell them then. Say no to them, Kyson,” I tell him, motioning toward the kids. He swallowsand glances at their little faces and I smirk, knowing very well he wouldn't or could utter thosewords. He presses his lips in a tight line.

“Fine!” he growls, and Liam chuckles.

"Come on, kids. Uncle Liam is helping you bust out of this c**p box! Come on, let's go!” Liam says,waving to all the kids to follow him. They glance around at each other and look at Kyson, unsure. Hesighs and shakes his head.

"Go on then. Follow Uncle Liam!" he says, motioning them to follow him. The kids don't need to betold twice and rush after an excitable Liam and Trey. I laughed, following them.

“Where to my Queen?” Liam calls.

“The town square. There is a bus stop.” I tell him. Katrina races out on the phone, telling the driverto come to the town square.

“You're lucky I love you,” Kyson growls, grabbing my hand. I laughed before racing after the kidsand tugging Kyson along with me.