Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 192 – Azalea POV
I watched Kyson storm off before turning to Ester. Before moving toward her, I pulled my clothes back on. I untie her hand, and it falls limply at her side, and Peter grabs his mother around the waist. Looking around, I see Trey and Clarice.
“Get some rags and herbs,” I tell them, and they rush off while I unclip her other wrist only when I go to grab her and help her sit down. She slapped my hand away.
“Mum! She is trying to help!” Peter snaps at her while I stare at her, stunned.
“She has helped enough,” she growls.
“I could have let him f*****g k**l you! Would you prefer I did?” I growl back at her. She glares at me. “I am the only thing standing between you and my mate,”
Ester laughs and shakes her head. “You are exactly like your mother! A gutless w***e, who doesn’t like a little competition.” she spits at me, and my hand moves before I even register what I have done. My claws slipped out, slashing her face as I slapped her just as Clarice rushed out with Trey, who carried a bucket, and they stopped in their tracks at the sound of my palm connecting with her face.
A shocked gasp leaves Clarice, and Peter also seems shocked. I definitely was, but I was too angry to care. How dare she insult my mother, whichever one she intended it for after I just stopped her from being k****d?
I never gave her the punishment. She spoke like that to me after I saved her from it. I could have let him k**l her, but I didn’t. I was willing to let my mate whip me to save her son, who k****d my unborn child, while she got a second chance with hers. My hand stung as I straightened up, and tears b****d my eyes.
My mate was livid with me because I defended her, and then she threw it back in my face. S********g down my bubbling emotion and the hurt her words caused, I looked at Clarice and Trey.
“Clean her up and get her off castle grounds,” I tell them, walking past their shocked faces. As I move past Trey, however, he grips my arm. “Are you okay? What did she do?” he asks. I shake my head. There was no point in both of us being mad. And I just wanted to get out of here.
“Where is Kyson?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. Either his office or maybe his old quarters,” Trey says.
“I will mind link him for you,” Trey offers, and I shake my head.
“No, just make sure they are both gone before l return,” I tell him.
“Azalea, Kyson doesn’t want you on your own,” Trey says.
“I’m fine. I am going to find him anyway,” I tell him, and Trey purses his lips but nods.
“Fine, but not too far. Stay on this side. If he isn’t in his office, come back here.” I nod to him and walk off. I went to his office first, yet it was empty. The guard told me he went to find Dustin with Liam and Damian because Damian was leaving sometime tonight. With a sigh, I headed upstairs to see if I could find Abbie, anything to get my mind off what had just happened.
I find Abbie in her quarters. Gannon answered the door, and Abbie got to her feet to move toward me before freezing mid-step. She groaned, unable to go to me.
“Man, you need to find a way to remove the command,” she says, flopping back on the floor next to Tyson, who was playing with some wooden blocks. I leaned down, kissing his head and messing his hair before sitting beside him.
“I heard the King made you watch?” I chew my lip and nod.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t watch that. I could k**l him for making you!” Abbie growls, and Gannon growls at her.
“Mind your tongue, Love,” Gannon tells her, and she rolls her eyes at him as he lays back on their bed.
We talked for a little while, but I could tell it was straining on Abbie because she couldn’t move toward me and had to consider her intentions when moving around her own room.
“Can you go into town for me?” Abbie asks Gannon. He sighs and sits up.
“He needs to learn to sleep without it,” Abbie shoots him a look, but I could tell it was something to do with Tyson.
“Fine,” he growls, leaning down to take Tyson. I was shocked to see Tyson hold his arms up, allowing Gannon to hold him.
“What’s in town?”
“That microfiber blanket. It tore in the wash,” Abbie tells me. Tyson has sensory issues, and certain things irritated him, so Abbie was right. He probably wouldn’t go to bed without it. To Tyson, it was a comfort thing.
“I think there is one in the room Kyson made up for a baby room for me, across from his old quarters,” I tell them, remembering seeing one folded on the end of the cot. I was about to tell them I would go check when we heard a knock on the door. We all look toward the door as it is pushed open, and Kyson steps inside.
“This is where you disappeared to,” he says, his earlier anger gone. He stops behind me, and I look up at him as he reaches down, offering me his hand. I allow him to pull me to my feet.
“Are you okay?” he whispers, burning his face in my neck. I sighed. I felt better now, seeing he wasn’t still angry.
“Yes, now you’re here,” I tell him, and he kisses the side of my neck.
“Where are you off to?” he asks, looking over at Gannon.
“He was heading into town to get Tyson a blanket, but I think there is a microfiber one in the room across from your old quarters,” I tell him, turning my head.
“No, it’s fine. Gannon will buy one,” Abbie quickly says, and Gannon hums in agreement.
“No, it’s fine. I think Az is right,” Kyson says, pressing his lips to my cheek.
“I will ask Matt to bring it over,” Kyson says, and Gannon sets Tyson on the bed.
“You sure?” Gannon asks him.
“Yeah, not like anything in there is getting used,” Kyson says, and I felt the pang through the bond telling me that those words he spoke actually hurt him. I lean against him and notice the tremble in his hand on my waist.
“Come on, we can go. Besides, I am sure Abbie is sick of trying to move around the room without intentionally walking in my direction,” I laugh.
“Or I could show you how to drop your command,” Kyson whispers behind me, and I look up at him.