His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Book 2 His found Lycan Luna. Chapter 12 Kyson POV

The next few days passed by quickly. We were no closer to finding anything on the rogue children, but

another woman was found, and we were going to investigate. Like Blaire, we found she was rogue, only

this one was different. She was found wearing scrubs and appeared to be a nurse and not the usual sex

worker, so we had trouble figuring out any pattern. Getting ready to leave again, I felt like I had spent

hardly any time here lately. I missed Azalea terribly when I was away, usually crawling into bed late at

night while she was sleeping only to leave early in the mornings.

“Ivy!” I whisper, shaking her shoulder, and she groans, rolling onto her back.

“No, let me sleep. I will do it later,” she whined, and I growled, scooping her naked body up off the bed.

The same argument every morning as I hauled her to the bathroom and dropped her on the toilet. She

huffed and glared at me with tired eyes.

“I don’t understand why you have me testing every morning. It’s too early to tell,” Azalea growled but held

her hand out for the pregnancy test. I unwrapped it, passing it to her, and she glared at me until I turned

around.

“Because Lycan pregnancies are only 12 weeks compared to normal pregnancies or werewolf

pregnancies, if you are, we should be able to tell soon,” I told her and she mumbled incoherently.

“You know I can’t just pee on demand, right?” she says, and I roll my eyes, turning the tap on, hoping the

water made her need to pee, it worked yesterday. I tap my foot impatiently, waiting with my hand out for

the test. Only when she passed me, she giggled as she dropped the test in my hand. It took me a few

seconds to figure out why she was laughing as she dashed off into the bedroom.

She didn’t put the cap on, and the part she peed on was now in the palm of my hand. I blinked at my

hand holding her pee and dropped it on the counter, quickly washing my hand.

“Azalea!”

‘That’s what you get for waking me,” she laughed, and I growled.

I could still hear her giggling as I waited for the test show. I growled, inconclusive, nothing appeared, this

time the test was faulty. Shit, I rifled under the sink for another and stuck my head out the bathroom door

to look at her to find her inside her nest, still laughing to herself.

“You little Brat! It was faulty. You need to do another,” I tell her.

“No can do. I no longer need to pee,” she said as I stalked out of the bathroom. I try unraveling her nest,

earning a feral growl from her. She swiped at me as I ruined her nest, trying to get to her. She frantically

tried to put it back together, making me worry. This is precisely why I wanted her to do the test, her

nesting was becoming out of control, and it had only been three days.

She assured me she felt the same, yet her instincts told me otherwise. I would call Doc to do a blood

test, I thought to myself as I helped her rearrange her nest; feeling bad I upset her before I had to leave.

Leaning over to kiss her, she growled at me, her eyes on my shirt, and I rolled my eyes, peeling it off,

knowing she wanted it for her nest.

My poor bed was reduced to torn sheets, clothes, and duck feathers as she ripped the damn pillows

every night. She reaches for it, but I pull it back before she could grab it, wanting a kiss. She growls but

leans forward, knowing what I want. Just before her lips brushed mine, she snatched my shirt from my

hand, and. turned back rearranging her nest.

“Brat!” | scolded, leaning across the bed and grabbing her hips, dragging her toward me. I nuzzle her

neck and purr, letting the calling slip out. Azalea relaxed before turning her face toward mine, her lips

parted as

kissed her, and my tongue slipped between her plump lips as I kissed her, my tongue tasting every inch

of her mouth, savoring her taste. With a sigh, I let her go knowing the others would be waiting for me.

“I will be home as soon as possible,” I tell her, watching her crawl beneath her nest. I stopped by my

office on the way down to the car to grab a fresh shirt that was the last one I had left in the room.

Thankfully! had a cupboard full in the office. Slipping one on, I step out of my office while buttoning it up.

Walking out to the car, I find Gannon standing beside it. “I thought you had the week off?” I tell him as he

opens the door. I duck my head, stepping inside.

“I do, but I wanted to speak to you before you left,” Gannon tells me, peering in the car at me. Trey clears

his throat behind him, and Gannon steps aside to allow him to climb in the back with me. I was wary of

him, especially since finding out he had, in fact, been around and handled Ivy’s meals. Yet, when I

commanded him and questioned him, it was clear he was not the one that poisoned her food, so we

were still no closer to finding the culprit at the same time.

After spending the last few days with him, I was getting the same strange vibes, or maybe the rumors

about him and Dustin going around the castle set me on edge. Regardless, until the person responsible

was caught, I only trusted her with very few people, and Trey wasn’t one of them right now.

Turning my attention to Gannon, he looked at me. “What do you need?” I asked him.

“I want to take Abbie away for a few days but wanted to clear it with you first,”

“Of course. Where are you taking her?”

“Don’t know yet, somewhere, but I will be back before my week off is over,”

“Take your time, Gannon. I can manage without you. Besides, when was the last time you had time off

anyway?” | ask, knowing it had been years. Like Damian and Dustin, the man never took days off.

“Thank you,”

“Just make sure Azalea sees Abbie before she goes,” Gannon nods just as Damian climbs in the car

also. Opening the mind link, Gannon stops as he goes to shut the door, but I didn’t want to ask aloud

with Trey in the car, few people knew, and I wanted to keep it that way, not that he was paying attention

too busy playing on his phone.

“Have Doc come to take blood from Azalea for me before you leave,” I tell him and nod.

“Still no luck with the tests?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Will do, anything else?”

“Yes, enjoy your time off,” I tell him, and he smirks, shutting the door.