His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 197

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 197

Book2. chapter 72

Azalea POV Kyson was stoking the fire while I looked over old maps. Kyson was trying to teach meabout the King doms and what each represented. To me, it was gibberish, yet I was determined tolearn.

He also explained everything about Ester and Trey and how Marrissa was my father's mate, which explained why she never shifted, though I didn’t understand why she and Jordan wouldn't try to savethem selves. They could have taken down Alpha Dean's Pack easily, being Lycan

There were also holes to me that didn’t make sense. Walking back to me, Kyson sits behind me onthe sofa, his finger fiddling with my hair as he twisted it into a braid. We had a good afternoon;Kyson almost seemed to have a lobotomy.

Whatever Damian had said to him had changed his entire demeanor. I shiver as his fingers brushthe back of my neck, making me cringe a little at the ticklish feeling when I knew I was treadingdangerously, but it had been playing on my mind all afternoon. So I needed to ask.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask him, leaning back and placing my head on his thigh. “Hmm,” hehums, tipping my head forward to finish braiding it. “You said you commanded Ester, right?” Hehums in agreement again, and my brows furrowed. I could tell through the bond he didn't like thisline of questioning.

"How strongly did you command her?” “Fairly strongly. Enough to drop her if she lied. Why?" “Justsome things don't make sense to me,” I admit. “Like what?” “For one, why my mother...

I mean, Marrissa never shifted when Alpha Dean's men attacked! If she was Lycan, she should havebeen easily able to kill them,” I tell him. He fell quiet for a second, and I could feel that he wasthinking. “I wondered that too, but Garret died. It could have done something to her Lycan side.Lycans weaken drastically after a mate dies. Most die, and if she was sired to you, it might have beenthe only thing keep ing her alive,” Kyson says, and I sigh. “Well, what about Ester not recognizingher?” “She did recognize her.

Marrissa threatened to tell us the truth about Peter if she snitched on her.” “But that is the thing thatdoesn’t make sense. Landeena's have immunity. You would have been forced to protect Peter.Marrissa had to have known that; that hardly seems like much of a threat to me,” I tell him, and hisfingers stop again.

“I thought that was a little odd too. Ester probably didn’t want Peter to become a target forhunters?” I shake my head. What safer place would there be then to be protected by the King'sguard? Then again, is that why Marrissa refused to fight to protect me? She did say as much, but ifthat were the case, she want ed to protect me.

Why not drop me on Kyson’s doorstep? Marrissa obviously knew he was searching for her and thecouncil. “I think you're looking too much into it. Ester was commanded. She can't fight mycommand” “Unless she had drunk Landeena’s blood?” I offer, yet Kyson shakes his head.

“Peter hasn't shifted yet. It doesn't work like that. He has no Alpha aura either. His bloodline iswatered down. His blood would have no effect on her against me,” Kyson says, and I nibble my lip. Itwas on the tip of my tongue. I just couldn't think of it.

Something was amiss, and I could almost feel it in my bones. “I think it is stress making youoverthink,” Kyson says, tipping my head back, yet one thing kept playing on my mind, and I wasalmost certain of it. “I think Marrissa was framed,”

I murmur, and Kyson tips my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “You are not defending thatwoman!” “What if I am? It feels wrong. I knew Marrissa, and she loved me. She would never havehurt me like that?” “She was sired to you.

Of course, she loved you. You kept her alive,” Kyson growls, dipping his face and nipping at my lips,but I turn my face before he can deepen it. Kyson sighs. “I don't want to fight over this, Azzy. Please.We had a great afternoon.

Don't ruin it,” he says, and I swallow. Despite that, my mind was made up. Marrissa didn't do it, andnow I had to replace a way to prove it because Kyson refuses to believe he was wrong for all theseyears.

That they had it wrong, but how do I ex plain her killing all those children or his sister? “I get it. Youwant to see good in the woman who raised you, but..." “No, it's not that

. The more I have thought about it, the little things keep popping up, and now I am kind ofregretting not questioning her myself.” “You don't trust what she said under my command?” Kysonasked incredulously. My brows furrow.

"And you are sure you commanded, and she couldn't have resisted it? No doubt?” I ask him, and hefalls quiet e “I am sure, Azzy. Please, no more talking about it. Let me have one night without dramain our lives, and enjoy the night,” Kyson sighs.

He gets up, muttering to himself, walking to his bar in the corner. “I hate when you drink,” I tell him,and he stops glancing at me over his shoulder. “I am only having one,” “It's never one, and youknow it. You think I didn’t see how much you drank after the-" I trail off, shak ing my head. Don't gothere.

Don't go there, Azalea. I scolded myself. “It helps,” “Help get you drunk and turn into an asshat,” Itell him, turning back to the maps I couldn't read but had a general understanding of by themountains. When I looked up at him again, he was shaking his head, pouring himself a glass, and Iclicked my tongue. “I won't mention anything else tonight if you put the glass down,” I tell him,tilting my head to the side, watching him.

"And if I drink it?" he asks, turning with the glass in his hands. Yet I knew he was drinking because itnumbed him but also helped him dampen his urges. Regardless, it wasn't a permanent solution.Glancing around the room, my eyes fall on the bookshelf.

“Read to me?” “You want me to read?” he asks, wandering over to the bookcase. Yet he puts theglass down on the coffee table as he picks a book out. “Rapunzel?” I shake my head.

"Prince and the pauper?” I shrug, and he pulls it down before retrieving the glass, and I press my lipsin a line. He moves to the bed, propping pillows up before sitting down before seeing me glaring athim. “It's one glass!” He growls, patting his chest.

I raise an eyebrow at him, moving toward the bed and climbing into his lap. Though when he pickedup the glass, I snatched it from him, downing the entire cup, fighting the urge to spit the burningliquid in his face.

It was like swallowing jet fuel and was disgusting when I realized it wasn't his usual whiskey butsomething much more pungent. “Well, that is what you get for stealing my drink,” he says as Icough and sputter.

He deposits me be side him, getting up and taking the glass back to the bar. Jumping off the bed, Iswipe the bottle before he can grab it. “Azalea, you can't drink the whole thing! You will be on thefloor after barely a quarter of that!” he growls angrily.

I tip the bottle to my lip, already cringing from the strong smell. “Go on then. I will grab it when youpass out,” he says, folding his arms across his chest. I suck in a deep breath, wondering if holdingmy breath will make it not burn or taste so bad.

I chugged some down, the fiery liquid making it feel like I was drinking lava, and my eyes wateredbe fore I gasped, sucking in a choking breath and coughing. Definitely could be used as some kindof fuel. Kyson reaches for the bottle, I snatch it away, and he growls at me, but I growl back at him.