His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

I followed him into the room, and I noticed Gannon had placed a food tray on the bed. King Kyson didn’t

even bother getting changed, and I felt a little strange just standing around in a towel. He motioned for

me to come over to him before flicking the Tv on and moving the tray to the bedside table while I stood

awkwardly at the edge of the bed. He reached over and gripped my wrist, jerking me on top of him. The

motion made an audible squeak leave my lips as I collided with his chest, and he chuckled at my

awkwardness.

I scrambled upright, placing my hands on his chest. I pushed off him when he gripped my thighs, tugging

me back down on him and forcing me to sit. My towel had risen precariously, and my face heated as he

looked down between my legs. I tried to close them, but his hands prevented such action.

“I just had my mouth down there, yet you are embarrassed over me seeing you,” he said, and my face

heated even more at his words. Why did he have to say such vulgar things? Was he trying to embarrass

me? His hands trailed higher underneath the towel, exposing me even more to wandering eyes, and I

wanted to tug it down when he gripped my hips and placed me directly over where his hard c**k was.

“Kyson!” I hissed, feeling his hardened length through the thin towel covering him. He sighed and let me

move higher but pulled me back down when I tried to climb off him to sit beside him.

“Your birthday is soon,” the King said, and my brows furrowed at his question. Was it a question or just a

statement? I didn’t understand what he was getting at, he could be quite bizarre at times, and I didn’t

know if his questions warranted an actual answer.

“Are you nervous about shifting?”

“Kind of, not really; I try not to think about it. Why?” I asked. Although, I was slightly petrified after

witnessing Abbie’s shift. It would haunt me forever, but I know it wasn’t supposed to be that way.

“Because when a werewolf comes of age, they find their mates,” He says.

“Isn’t it supposed to be rare for you actually to find them, though, werewolves hardly travel away from the

pack, so unless they are in it, most don’t find their mates,”

“Well, I will be going back to your old pack next week,”

“What for?”

To speak with the old Alpha, find out a few things, but that is not why I asked about your birthday,” he

squeezed my thighs gently before his thumbs rubbed against the inside of my thighs.

“What do you know of Lycans?” he asked while looking up at me.

“That they are different to werewolves, superior species, immortal and what you have told me,” The King

nodded and seemed to think for a second.

“Anything else?” I shrugged, not getting his point or where he was going with this conversation.

“Is there a reason you’re asking because I don’t know much? Abbie and I weren’t allowed to attend

classes, so I am not sure what you are asking if you are asking something?” I chewed my lip.

“I am asking something, but it needs to wait until after your first shift,” he said, tugging at the knot of the

towel. I gripped his hand, and he raised an eyebrow at me before I let him go. He undid it, letting it fall

away, so I was sitting on him completely naked. The King moved underneath me, pulling me with him

until he sat, so he was leaning against the headboard with me straddling his lap.

“For Lycans, it is harder to find their mates,” he explains.

“Because they are a d***g species,” I nodded, and so did he.

“Yet how are you a d***g species if you are immortal?” I blurted out. That was one question that always

puzzled me. King Kyson laughed like he thought what I said was funny, but I was genuinely curious how

so few existed.

“Immortal meaning our life span has no end, that doesn’t mean we aren’t killable, we can still d*e the

same as everyone if mortally injured, we are just more durable, he tells me.

“So if I shot you, you would d*e?”

“Depends what sort of bullet, and also how close it got to my heart. Why are you planning on k*****g me?

Because if you are, I may have to reconsider my next question?” He laughed.

“No, and I don’t know how to use a gun, much less find one,” I told him.

“How about you promise not to k**l me, and I promise not to k**l you,” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” He laughed.

“Somehow, I don’t think it would be possible for me to k**l you,”

“It’s possible in more ways than you know,”

“What do you mean?”

“That doesn’t matter, for now. What matters is my next question. I just want to make sure you are making

a choice because you want to, not because you shifted first,”

“Why, do you think I would change my mind at whatever your question is?”

“Yes, I believe you would, but I want your answer now, not after,”

“You are making no sense, my king,”

“You will understand, power is everything to wolves, title, especially she-wolves, even those with mates

always seek out dominant males, so yes, I believe after you shift it would sway you to agree to what I

want to ask.”

“Unless you’re a rogue, we have no status, so I fail to see what you’re getting at?”

“I am hoping that will change; I want to change your title, Ivy,”

“I thought only Lycan’s were part of the King’s pack?” He nods his head.

“Kyson, I am a werewolf. I am not like you, and I don’t think your Lycan pack would take too kindly to

werewolf amongst them. Besides, what about Abbie,” I smiled, thinking of her. I missed her already, and

it had only been half a day since I last saw her.