His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

“Ivy, wake up. We are here,” I groaned, turning my face into his chest before I felt my cheek and lips

become wet. I sat up, startled, and looked at him before looking at his shirt that was covered in my drool.

My eyes widened, and my face heated.

“Yes, I may have gone a little overboard with the calling, but you kept complaining your stomach hurt,” he

said, unclipping the seat belt.

He leaned forward, tugged his shirt off, and reached for a hand towel to wipe his chest. I blinked before

finding my fingers brushing through the hair on his chest. The King stopped before glancing at me. When

I bit into one of his pecs and collarbone, I shook my head. I don’t even remember moving; I just did it.

He hissed when my teeth broke his skin, and I did not know what came over me. Some possessive urge

to claim him taking over made me turn into a savage. Blood ran down his chest, and the car door

opened.

“Close it,” the King snarled at whoever it was while I blubbered out an apology.

“It’s fine, my love,” he said, gripping my face. He looked down at his chest before prying my lips apart,

examining my teeth, and I bit down on his finger. He groaned and pressed his lips in a line while I tried to

make my jaw unlatch. What the f**k was wrong with me? He probably thinks I’m some freak.

His blood ran across my tongue. A feral growl escaped me. My teeth let his finger go, but before l could

stop myself or even think to, my teeth sank into his shoulder. The door opened again, and the King

growled menacingly.

“Next one to open that door will lose a hand, close it,” tears burned my vision as instincts I wasn’t used to

taking over. I had no control over my actions, and I felt humiliated.

The door shut quickly, and I was mortified. By the time I had finished attacking the King, I think he had

probably 20 bite marks across his chest and shoulders, and he just let me do it. Just took it, which

horrified me more.

“Shh, stop crying, Ivy. It’s fine. It’s not your fault; it’s mine,” was he nuts? He didn’t ask me to do it.

“Like I said before, I went overboard with the calling. It can make you react oddly, possessively, because

it strengthens the…”

“It strengthens your instincts. It’s fine. You didn’t hurt me,” he says, wiping my tears. My face was

scorching with shame.

“Stop, I’m okay. You haven’t hurt me,” Kyson repeated, leaning he retrieved the hand towel, cleaning up

the blood. I took the hand towel from him, wiping it off. The indents on my teeth littered his chest. I

wouldn’t be surprised if he muzzled me after this. I would deserve it.

“I didn’t mean to,” I cried, and he clutched my face in his hands. His thumbs pried my eyelids open, and

his brows furrowed.

“We need to get your files from the orphanage. Your pupils are over dilated,”

“Huh?”

“Your eyes are changing, and your teeth have come through more. I think you’re wrong about your

birthday. Your pupils usually dilate days before your shift, not weeks,” Kyson explained. How could l have

my birthday wrong? How could my mother?

“We should get this over with. I want to get you back home.” He said while tossing the b****y hand towel

onto the seat.

“Come on, let’s go see the castle,” he says, sliding me off his lap beside him and hopping up. I grabbed

his hand as he reached for the door handle.

“They will see.” I cringed at the thought of them seeing what I did to him. The King sat back down in the

seat and sighed before I watched his eyes glaze over. Someone tapped on the window a few moments

later, and I jumped.

“It’s just Damian,” he whispered, and the door opened. The King took the shirt from him, Damian closed

the door while Kyson pulled it on, yet I could still see some of the marks I left on him.

Once he had his shirt on, the King reached for me and kissed me before nibbling on my lips. “This place

is amazing. I can’t wait for you to see it,” the King said while pushing the door open.

He stepped out onto a quartz-covered driveway. I followed and found we were deep within the tall

peaking mountains. Tall sandstone walls surrounded the place, with blooming rose vines climbing them,

and the castle was easily two times the size of the King’s palace. It even had watchtowers. The stone it

was made of was covered in flowering vines and moss, and it looked like a castle from some fairy tale.

A massive statue of a Lycan stood in the center of the driveway. It had a crown on its head, and the

gates leading into the place were huge. I could just make out the small town outside its gates. Though it

was a ghost town, everything was well maintained and picturesque.

Yet I swear I had dreamed of this place, maybe even seen before. I couldn’t explain the feeling this place

churned within me, but it was like a sense of Deja vu had washed over me. I shook the feeling off.

“Sir, we will go to the quarters and recheck the scene. Some scouts are also going to the river to secure

it,” Damian said, and he nodded to him.

The King showed me around the outside of the castle before taking me inside. Inside everything was

made of marble, even the stairs. Huge crystal chandeliers hung from the roof.

The place was exquisite as we walked around.

“So, how old do you think the Queen’s daughter would have been?” I asked.

“Probably around your age, maybe a little older. We couldn’t determine the age. The King and Queen

went to great lengths to keep her hidden,” Kyson answered.

“If she was hidden, how do you know the baby was a girl?”

“All baby items we found were pink, and so was the crib, plus her name was etched into her bed.” I

stopped in the foyer when I saw some of his men waiting to speak to him.