His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV

Damian stood by my office window, entirely consumed with whatever he was staring at. He chuckled,

and Gannon looked over at him. I tried to ignore them while I put my head back down to go over the

maps of where the last children were found, always along the river, yet it wasn’t deep enough for boats to

get through, canoes maybe could, yet they were always laid out and on display like they wanted them

found and were merely taunting us. However, there was always a hunter’s patch, or a rebel one stuck to

each body; it was the indication they were all linked. The location they were always found was never

near enough to any packs to pinpoint one, and they were nowhere near any human settlements, so it

was a mystery, as always. One that had been doing my head in for years, no scents, no fingerprints,

nothing that indicated a location to the hunters or rebel wolves helping them.

Yet the main perpetrator of the werewolf rebellion that was helping the hunters was proven d**d. Marissa,

Ivy’s mother, was d**d that much we knew for certain, so who was leading them now? It made no sense

to me. It was also the reason after my sister’s d***h, no werewolves could set foot in my castle grounds

except Alpha Kade, and of course, Abbie and Ivy who were the first werewolf servants we had in over a

decade. Werewolves couldn’t be trusted and everyone was scrutinised before ever entering through my

castle gates.

Laughter reaching my ears made me tilt my head, I looked up from examining the dots on the map. I was

looking for some sort of pattern to see Gannon and Damian watching out the window. Both of them held

silly grins of amusement on their faces.

“They wanna run now. That old woman has a good arm on her,” Gannon chuckled before she cringed.

“Oh, that had to have hurt,” Damian snickered.

“What are you both looking at,” I asked, and Gannon turned slightly to look over his shoulder at me.

“Apple war,” he laughed. My eyebrows raised, and he turned back to the window before snorting at

whatever he was watching. Intrigued, I got up, walked over to the window, stood beside Damian, and

looked down toward the gardens to see Clarice, Abbie, and Ivy were firing apples at Dustin and Peter,

our stable hand boy. Cheeky little s**t threw horseshit at Damian once, and man, did he go off. Damian

chucked him in the small lake by the stables that day. The kid was always up to no good, but he was a

breath of fresh air.

I watched with amusement as Ivy picked up an apple and lobbed it, completely missing her target, only

for Dustin to hit her in the head with one. I saw the look of panic on his face when she rubbed the spot.

He rushed over to her, only for her to move and facepalm with the mush in her hand.

She landed on top of him after Dustin slipped on an apple in his haste to escape her. The nervous

glances I received from Gannon and Damian as they continued to wrestle each other were not missed

like they expected me to blow up over them mucking around. Peter rushed to help Dustin as Ivy

managed to get him to the ground, only for Peter to be smashed with an apple by Clarice. The woman

fist-pumped the air.

Ivy laughed, climbing off Dustin before leaning down and smearing her hand over his face making him

cringe before she ducked off. Thunder cracked across the sky. They all froze, looking up at the sky, and

Abbie’s shoulders slumped, and so did Peter’s. Ivy wipes her clothes off as she makes her way back to

the laundry door, stopping beside Dustin and offering him a hand up.

He takes it, and she pulls him to his feet before he bows to her. Ivy shakes her head before waving

goodbye to Peter, and Abbie skips over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing her head

against Ivy’s shoulder as they walk inside.

“They seem to be having a good time,” I murmured with a nod before walking back to my bar and

grabbing a glass. I poured some whiskey in it and sculled it before pouring another. Yet after the third

glass, I realized no matter how much I drank, it wouldn’t subdue the jealousy coursing through me at

seeing her muck around with the guard.

“I wonder if Abbie has told lvy she is leaving this afternoon,” Gannon said, and I looked over at him from

where he sat on the armchair at my desk.

“Well, she will know tomorrow when she wakes up, and Abbie isn’t here anymore,” I tell him with a shrug.

“You should have said no,” Gannon growled.

“He is her mate, and she asked to go with him. I won’t deny her wishes if that is what she wants,” I tell

him. We warned Abbie she wouldn’t listen, believing whatever lies he fed her. Sometimes you just have

to let people make mistakes.

“He doesn’t deserve her,” Gannon growled, glaring at my desk, and I sighed.

“She will see reason,” Damian tells him, gripping his shoulder.

“By then, it will probably be too late,” Gannon snarled.

“If not, and she wants to come back, you gave her your number. She also has the King’s and mine so

she can get a hold of lvy if she wants to come back,”

“We will go get her,” I finish for him, and Gannon sighs but nods his head.

“What if he hurts her?” Gannon asked. The man looked tortured at the thought.

“She’s his mate; he can’t hurt her without hurting himself,, Damian assures him, but that wasn’t true; she-

wolves were always at a disadvantage when it came to men, especially Alpha men, though we didn’t

admit that in front of Gannon though he would be fully aware.

“There are other ways to destroy someone; you haven’t got to hurt them to break them,” Gannon said,

and my brows furrowed at his words.