His lost lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter

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“I won„t touch you then, okay, but I am staying. You„re not shifting on your own,” I tell her, fi
ghting the urge to stifle her worry by using the bond and calling. She looks away from me.

“I said get out” she whispered before wiping a stray tear. My heart
pinched at her defeat and I knew she blamed me for this; I blamed myself.

“I will find you some clothes,” I

tell her, getting up off the floor and walking out. I found her some of my clothes and
set them on the bed before standing by the bathroom door and listening.

I was only met with silence

and the sound of the running of the water. I knock on the door, but she doesn„t answer.

“Ivy, I am going to come in, okay.” I call out to her. I wait, but she doesn‟t answer, so I gently
push the door
open to find her clothes scattered on the floor and her sitting in the bottom of the shower
directly under the water. Her skin turned red from how hot she had changed the
shower temperature.

“Ivy?” I asked, crouching beside her just outside the

shower spray. She turned her head to the side sol could see her
face, and her eyes glowed. Why couldn„t her shift wait one more day so I could explain?

“It„s so cold,” she murmurs, and I nod.

“Yes, then you will be hot, then cold again” I tell her, and
she nods, tucking her face back into her knees. I
look at the window and click my tongue and shake my head. There was no moon high in the
sky tonight.

“Come on, we can lay in front of the fireplace; I will move all the bedding over there,” I
tell her holding out my hand to her. She lifts her head and looks at it.
“There is no moon tonight,” she says, and I press my lips in line that she had
noticed. I nod my head.

“I will be right by your side. I„m not going anywhere, but I do need to
ask a favor you probably won„t like,” I tell her. Ivy looks at my hand before sighing.

“What is it?”

“Let„s get you dry first,” I tell her. Her eyebrows pinch together before
she takes my hand, and I pull her to her feet. She wraps a towel around herself, shivering
and teeth chattering although her skin was flushed. I hand her one of my
shirts, and she dries herself. While Ivy does, I move the furniture in front of the fireplace
before dragging the mattress and blankets over. Turning to face her, she was hunched
over while rummaging through the drawer for underwear. Her other hand clutched
her stomach.

“Ivy,” I call out to her. Ivy looks over at me before retrieving a pair and slipping them
on. She walks over to me before lying down closest to the fire and tugging the duvet
over herself. I grab her book, bring it over and kneel on the mattress beside her.

“You should try to sleep while you can before the pain becomes too much; I
can read to you if you like,” she rolls over to face me. “If that was
supposed to make me feel better, it didn„t,” she says but yawns. I chuckle, placing the book
on the pillow.

“Have you got any birthmarks?” I ask her, and she yawns again before she nods.

“Yes, on my leg, next to,” She pauses. “Looks like a smudge,” she says.

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“Can I see it?”

“What? No,” she says, rolling herself tighter in her blanket. “Why?” she says, glaring at me.

“I won„t do anything, I promise, I just want to see it, to confirm something,” “Something like
what?” she demanded.

“Your identity,” she snorts and rolls her eyes.

“Great, what now, is my father the boogeyman or grim reaper?” she scoffs.

“No, Ivy. I believe

your father was the King,” she scoffs, then laughs. “That isn„t funny, Kyson,”

“I know it isn„t funny because if I am right

and you are the King‟s daughter, that also means Marissa wasn„t your mother, and you are t
he stolen princess from the Kingdom of Landeena,” I tell her. She stares at me
in shock before shaking her head.

“No, Marissa is my mother,” she replies though she was confused by my words.

“We believe Marrissa was your Nanny, and she took you when she killed your parents,”

“Is this some trick? Are you really that cruel to think doing
something like that would be funny? Is this some punishment of yours?” She chokes out, tea
rs brimming and
spilling over and down her cheeks, her lip quivers, and I could feel through the bond she ho
nestly thought I was saying this to hurt her more, she didn„t trust me, and my stomach
sank at that thought.

“I know I fucked up, but please, Ivy, just let me check. I swear I won„t ask for
anything else; I just have to be sure; I wouldn„t have told you if I didn„t
believe it was true,” I told her.

“Yet you were quick to believe I am my mothers?” I sigh and nod.

“I was angry, and what I did was wrong, but please, Ivy. I just want to be certain,”

“Well, you will find out when I shift tonight then, won„t you?”

“That„s why I need to

know; if your Lycan Ivy, I could have killed you when I ignored our bond, which could affect
your shift; the fact you are shifting makes this is dire. So please, I know you don„t want me t
ouching you, but I need to see. Because if you are, I want to
be prepared if you don„t faze properly.”

“Excuse me? Any more terrible news you want to give me tonight, Kyson?” she
snaps before groaning and hunching over. I tugged her to me, pulling her onto my lap rolle
d in her blanket. She whimpers, and her entire body shudders for a few moments before rel
axing while I rub her back. She then lurches forward in my arms, tripping as she tangles into
the blanket. She got to her feet and raced for the bathroom to throw up.

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Getting up, I followed her. Her skin was clammy

as she ambled to the sink basin to rinse her and brush her teeth. Leaning on the door frame,
I watched her, and she wet her face before wetting the back of her neck. She
stopped beside me when she went to leave, and I stepped
aside, letting her pass. By the time she got back to the bed in front of the fireplace, her teet
h were chattering. Goosebumps covered every inch of flesh as
she huddled beneath the blanket.

Lying down, her mind was churning. I could feel it, feel her
confusion yet also curiosity but also her fear of knowing the truth. Her pain writhed through
the bond, the cramping, nausea. One thing I am glad is long over and
gone for myself. It„s just the initial shift, your body preparing itself. Your first shift
always sticks with you; it is excruciating. Hers made worse

“It makes no sense,” she murmurs, barely audible even to my ears. I roll on my
side, peeling the blanket back. She was bundled in
like a human burrito. “What doesn„t?” I ask her.

“If it was true, why would she take me? Why not kill me?”

“Unfortunately, not everything makes sense, Ivy, and I don‟t think I want
to make sense of that woman„s mind; if it made
sense, we would be like her if we shared her mindset,” I answer,

Ivy sighs, and her big cerulean blue eyes peer up at me. “And if you„re wrong?”

“I„m not. I was the first time; I am sure this time, Ivy,” I answer.

“But if you are?”

“Then nothing, you‟re still my mate, and you are not your mother,” I tell her. She snuggles
down in the blanket, only from her nose up peeking out from the blanket.
“My body heat will help regulate your
temperature. The bond calls for it now. It recognizes me, Ivy. Don„t suffer just because
I was a prick. You have me and the bond; use it. I won„t force you to do anything unless you
ask me to,” I tell her.

“Why would I ask you too?” she says, like I am absurd.

“The calling, Ivy. I know you don„t like me using it, but there is a reason male Lycans were gif
ted with

“Yeah, to rape the women,”

she says with a roll of her eyes. She was half correct. It is barbaric when you look
at it from that perspective, but not the main reason because it only works
on your mate or the person you marked as your mate.

“I would never rape you. Do you think that little of me?”

“I don„t think much of you when you use it to get what you want,” she says. I sigh.

“It„s not used just for getting you to submit. It helps

calm the bond. Calm your bond to me, Ivy. Yes, it can be used in
a sense as an aphrodisiac or calm you, which is my only intention to calm our
bond, forge it,” I tell her. She clicks her tongue, and her eyes flit away. She shudders, and
her teeth chatter.

“If you mark me, you would be able to feel me

better. Once the bond is forged for Lycans, we can even get a sense
of each other„s thoughts. It goes beyond just feeling each other„s emotions,”

“How so?” she asks.

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“I can tell when you„re hurt, like your hand. For example, mine hurt too. I can feel your curios
ity to know if I am right about you being Azalea. Yet your apprehension at also knowing, I ca
n tell that I scare you,” I admit before swallowing.

“But I haven„t marked you?”

“No, but I have marked you. Once you mark me, there is nothing you would be able to hide
from me, Ivy, I will feel and sense everything when it comes to you, but that goes both ways.
You will also feel everything I feel.” If she didn„t mark me, she would be in for a long night,
yet I doubt I would convince her.

“Marking me will strengthen you,” I tell her in a last ditch effort.

“I don„t want strength, Kyson; I am sick of being

strong. Sick of biting my tongue, sick of answering to someone, sick of the mold everyone p
ut me in, I am tired. Strength? Strength isn„t physical; it„s enduring. Enduring of everything w
hen all you want to do is nothing but crumble and let it go; it becomes too heavy. Abbie an
d I were each other„s strength, each fighting
to hold on for the other; 1 don„t need strength, Kyson. I need peace,” she
says with an exasperated sigh.

“More than my life?” I whispered to her, and she nodded. I knew it had to have meaning
because they always said it to each other, though I was curious about how it started.

“Yes, nothing means I love you more than my heart is

still beating for you; we stopped living for ourselves. Instead, we lived for each other. You go
, go, so you keep fighting because you can„t bear the thought of leaving the other behind.” I
vy answers.

“Like a pact?”

“Yes. We made it when we were 15,”

“What happened when you were fifteen?”

“Abbie went missing. She didn„t come up from the cellar. She was supposed to be cleaning t
he mop buckets, so I looked for her. I found her in the cellar, her tunic torn, her thighs cover
ed in blood. Abbie was standing on a chair with a rope around her neck. She wouldn„t tell
me what happened, but I knew. She told me to leave, but I grabbed the other chair and clim
bed up beside her and loosened the noose, wrapping it around my neck too.” lvy
answers, her eyes getting a faraway expression like she was trapped in some memory. The fe
ar through the bond made me clench my jaw. That pack had so much to answer for.

“I told her more than my life. Mine wasn„t worth living either if she wasn„t in it, that we woul
d go to together because her life was worth more than mine,”
“And she got down?” I asked, the calling slipping out at her distress, and she lifted her eyes t
o mine when it washed over her.

“Helping?” I ask her, and she sighs but nods.

“So obviously, she didn„t kill herself,” I tell her, wanting to know what happened as much as
what I was hearing sickened me. It was distracting her from the fact she would be shifting.

“No. We both jumped, but the rope didn„t hold our weight,” Ivy said, and my stomach
dropped before Ivy turned her head and lifted her hair. The back of her neck has a scar it wa
s faint, and that spot didn„t

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grow any hair through the scar tissue.

“Abbie has a scar behind her left ear where the rope cut into her. Instead of death, we both
got a headache when our heads collided.” Ivy chuckled. How
she could laugh at something so horrific, like it was nothing said enough for what those two
girls endured.

“And that„s how it started?” I asked. Ivy shrugged.

“Afterward, Mrs. Daley started singing

for us to cook dinner. Abbie didn„t want to go up, so I helped clean her up. I swapped her tu
nic for mine, and we went to cook dinner.” Ivy says before pulling her face from the blanket
so I can see her better.

“I got 12 lashes for that ruined tunic, but what it cost Abbie was worse, so for
her, I wore it. Then we cooked dinner. We saw Mrs. Daley get paid by the butcher who hurt
her. After that, where Abbie went, I went, where I went, she went, more than my
life. If she were to endure it, I would too,” Ivy says.

I needed to get Abbie away from Alpha Kade, but it explained why the
pair of them were so close. They were
dependent on each other. I chewed my lip; Mrs. Daley was lucky to be alive. She
would never walk
again after the lashes she received, yet that was even too kind. She won„t be
left breathing when I send Gannon back for her. And god help
the butcher when Gannon learns his name.

Silence fell over both of us, yet she didn„t rebuke me using the calling. Yet as the
night dragged on and her pain got worse, she moved closer before letting me under the
blanket with her. Her legs kicked as her pain worsened, yet it was taking
forever. It wasn„t until the early morning hours that I struggled to handle seeing her like
that as she rolled and turned, trying to get comfortable.

“Ivy?” I called to her as she turned over closer to the fire. Her eyes blazing brightly like jewel
s, her pupils fully dilated with a silver hue through them. She groaned, kicking off the blanke
ts, her skin heating, and I knew she was close to shifting; I
would never forget the burning sensation that enveloped beforehand.

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“Make it stop, make it stop,” she cried before she screamed, and I heard her back
cracking. Gripping her arms, 1 yanked her on top of me. Her skin was so hot she was burnin
g me. Her feet scratched down my legs.

“Ivy, let me help,” I told her, and she screamed, her

spine breaking and realigning under my palms. I tug her shirt off. Ivy pants, her nails digging
into my chest, and I feel her feet changing, her toenails turning to claws as they raked
down my flesh, tearing me to pieces

“Ivy, let me help,” she

writhes but nods her head, and I flood her with the calling just as her fingers break, her claw
s sinking deeply
into my chest like hooks. My blood runs down my side. At this rate, she would bleed me out
if I remained in this flimsy skinsuit. The sound of her femur breaking and her scream would
always haunt me.

I turn her head so her ear is flat against my chest so she can listen to my heartbeat and feel
the vibration
of the calling; she calms some but was still in agony when her claws dig in deeper, and I coul
d feel them grating across bone, they were in that
deep. Pulling her hands off my chest, her claws slip out.

Longer than a werewolf„s claws and about three inches

long. Blood gushed out of me where she got me, so I shifted beneath her, my bones breakin
g quickly and just in time before she clenched
her hands, her claws raking down my chest, only this skin was more durable. My hand move
d up and down her
back as I tried to calm her down when the door opened. I knew everyone was worried; her s
creams were deafening.

“Get out!” I ordered at whoever it was, and the door quickly shut just
as her bones started breaking again. The shift was going back and forth, prolonging her tran
sformation, and I couldn„t get her to mark me; she was entirely out of her mind
with the pain.

“Shh, breathe, Ivy,” I whispered, hugging her close, using my temperature to bring hers dow
n as absorbed what I could through the bond.

“Kill me, kill me,” she begged, and I shook my head, hugging her closer.

“Please, just kill me,” she cried.

“I can make you shift, Ivy. But it will hurt like hell; it would be quick” I tell her as her spine rid
ges against my hand and her legs lengthen, her feet touching mine, fur sprouting
along her naked flesh as she sobbed. “Make it stop,” she cried, and I clutched her
face in my hands, tilting her face up toward mine. I gasp at the
sight of her eyes. There was no doubt she was my Azalea.

“I will make it stop, love,” I tell her as

tears spill down her cheeks. I couldn‟t let her remain like this longer than necessary when I c
ould command her to shift.

I flood her with the calling, numbing her best I could before kissing her lips. “Shift!” I comma
nd. Her lips part, and her face reddens as if she is choking before every bone breaks
simultaneously.

Fur replacing her soft skin, clawed hands replacing her petite one, and
the sound was horrendous as she shifted in my arms. Her scream chilled me to the bone, bu
t within seconds, she was lying on my chest, only she wasn„t Ivy. Her fur was
a deep gray; it was almost blue, and her eyes glowed like jewels as I
turned her face in my hands to mine to look at her. A sob left
my lips when I saw the Landeena bloodline eyes staring back at me.

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“Make it stop, make it stop,” she cried before she screamed, and I heard her back
cracking. Gripping her arms, 1 yanked her on top of me. Her skin was so hot she was burnin
g me. Her feet scratched down my legs.

“Ivy, let me help,” I told her, and she screamed, her

spine breaking and realigning under my palms. I tug her shirt off. Ivy pants, her nails digging
into my chest, and I feel her feet changing, her toenails turning to claws as they raked
down my flesh, tearing me to pieces

“Ivy, let me help,” she

writhes but nods her head, and I flood her with the calling just as her fingers break, her claw
s sinking deeply
into my chest like hooks. My blood runs down my side. At this rate, she would bleed me out
if I remained in this flimsy skinsuit. The sound of her femur breaking and her scream would
always haunt me.

I turn her head so her ear is flat against my chest so she can listen to my heartbeat and feel
the vibration
of the calling; she calms some but was still in agony when her claws dig in deeper, and I coul
d feel them grating across bone, they were in that
deep. Pulling her hands off my chest, her claws slip out.

Longer than a werewolf„s claws and about three inches

long. Blood gushed out of me where she got me, so I shifted beneath her, my bones breakin
g quickly and just in time before she clenched
her hands, her claws raking down my chest, only this skin was more durable. My hand move
d up and down her
back as I tried to calm her down when the door opened. I knew everyone was worried; her s
creams were deafening.

“Get out!” I ordered at whoever it was, and the door quickly shut just
as her bones started breaking again. The shift was going back and forth, prolonging her tran
sformation, and I couldn„t get her to mark me; she was entirely out of her mind
with the pain.

“Shh, breathe, Ivy,” I whispered, hugging her close, using my temperature to bring hers dow
n as absorbed what I could through the bond.

“Kill me, kill me,” she begged, and I shook my head, hugging her closer.
“Please, just kill me,” she cried.

“I can make you shift, Ivy. But it will hurt like hell; it would be quick” I tell her as her spine rid
ges against my hand and her legs lengthen, her feet touching mine, fur sprouting
along her naked flesh as she sobbed. “Make it stop,” she cried, and I clutched her
face in my hands, tilting her face up toward mine. I gasp at the
sight of her eyes. There was no doubt she was my Azalea.

“I will make it stop, love,” I tell her as

tears spill down her cheeks. I couldn‟t let her remain like this longer than necessary when I c
ould command her to shift.

I flood her with the calling, numbing her best I could before kissing her lips. “Shift!” I comma
nd. Her lips part, and her face reddens as if she is choking before every bone breaks
simultaneously.

Fur replacing her soft skin, clawed hands replacing her petite one, and
the sound was horrendous as she shifted in my arms. Her scream chilled me to the bone, bu
t within seconds, she was lying on my chest, only she wasn„t Ivy. Her fur was
a deep gray; it was almost blue, and her eyes glowed like jewels as I
turned her face in my hands to mine to look at her. A sob left
my lips when I saw the Landeena bloodline eyes staring back at me.

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The Landeena„s all shared one

quality. Their eyes remained the same color, blending into their natural eye
color while most Lycan eyes
bleed black. Ivy turned her head to look at her hand, turning it over to find it wasn„t a paw b
efore looking at me in shock that I was right.

“I am a Lycan?” she murmured, flexing her

fingers before tilting her head at the sound of her voice in this form. I chuckle, tears streaki
ng down my face as I play with her ear sticking upright on her head. A purr leaves me
as I pull her higher, burying my face in her neck.

“You„re home, Azalea,” I whispered to her, sitting upright and pulling her in my lap so she
could see herself, her long bushy tail wagging from side to side, and I grabbed it, showing
her and she grabbed it with two hands tugging on it before
she giggled. She let it go and looked down at herself and gasped.
“I„m not hers,” she sobbed, and I knew she meant Marissa„s. Relief flooded
her, but also sadness that her life was a lie.

“No, you are the missing Princess, Azalea Ivy–Rose Landeena, now Queen of
the Landeena Kingdom,” | whispered to her while running my nose across her face, her fur
tickling my nose as I try to stop my emotions from choking me.

“My Lost Lycan Luna,” I tell her with a chuckle, hugging her tighter and purring.

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Ivy POV

I had no idea how long it had been since I shifted. I knew while
shifted; I spent most of the time on the phone with Abbie after Kyson rang her for me; she r
emained on the phone till I could no longer keep my eyes open, and the help of Kyson„s call
ing eventually lulled me into oblivion. Abbie was just as shocked as I was about being Lycan
but thought it was hilarious that I could lick
my own eyeball, which I discovered accidentally. Who would have thought Lycans had such l
ong tongues?

However, the feel of my bones breaking and dislocating woke me, though the transition bac
k was nothing compared to the shifting. Although it still made me whimper when I felt the e
xpanding of my spine sending a shudder through my body.

Kyson„s huge hand on my back caressed me softly, and I blinked, trying to wake up from wh
ere I lay. The rumbling resonated from deep within his chest; even asleep, he still purred, usi
ng the calling as a sedative, and I blinked rapidly and yawned before rubbing my eyes. Still, I
didn„t want to move off his chest, content with just lying here wrapped in his warmth. His fu
r tickled my nose, his clawed fingers tracing the ridges
of my spine gently as I felt the transition come entirely to an end.

His purr grows louder, and I melt against him, relishing the sound
and the beat of his heart, mine beating in time to the sound
when he pulls me higher. His tongue runs over my mark, lapping at it. Arousal washed throu
gh me instantly, making my toes curl, but I was still pissed off with
him. As much as I enjoyed his touch, I was
still angered by everything. Kyson rolls over, shifting as he does so.
The cracking of his bones made me grind
my teeth as fur became hot skin and he rolled me on my back, his body pressed between m
y legs. His thick, muscled arms were on
either side of my head. I watch as he shudders before turning his head, cracking his neck, an
d his eyes go back to their dazzling silver color. He smiled amusedly down at
me before pressing his lips to mine gently. His tongue traced the seam
of my lips before forcing it
between them. His tongue brushes mine gently, and I sigh, kissing him back as he rocked hi
s hips against me.

His hand moves up my neck, and his fingertips graze over my scalp as
they slide through my thick hair,
pulling me impossibly close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding and dominatin
g my mouth, tasting every inch and stealing the breath from my lungs. He pulls away and ch
uckles softly, dropping his head onto my shoulder.

“What?” I ask, wondering what he thought was funny. “Nothing,” he chuckles, purring louder
, and my eyes widen, realizing I was also purring and hadn„t
realized, mistaking the vibration as coming from him. My face heats, and he nibbles my lip, y
et I couldn„t seem to stop the noise even if I wanted to like I had no control over it.

Kyson lifts his head, his hand moving to my face, his thumb strokes over my cheek gently, m
y skin
flushed with my embarrassment as I continued to purr like a damn cat getting its back scratc
hed.

“Don„t be embarrassed; it„s normal, love. Your body is reacting after a shift. It recognizes our
bond and wants to mate,” he purrs, and I shake my head. I didn„t want
to mate. Yet the moment he said the words, I became instantly
aware of the throb between my legs and the slickness of my thighs.

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making me moan. He shifts slightly, moving his hand off my

thigh before sitting up, his arm going over the back of my thighs, holding them in place whil
e his other hand slid down my thigh to my ass, squeezing it as he sat up. My legs were pinn
ed in the same position held by his arm placed over them.

I try to drop my legs, not liking the position I was in with him staring between my legs. His h
and palming and kneading my ass before I feel his thumb part my lips before
he dips his face between my legs, lapping at my clit. Kyson shoves his index finger inside me
. My inner walls squeeze around it, and my hips buck at the sudden intrusion, his mouth suc
king my clit as he dragged his finger back out, scraping my walls only to slide it back in.

My purr grows louder, my nerves screaming at the friction he builds; he glides his finger out
before adding his middle finger, making my legs shake as he stretches me further. My walls
clench around them, and he sits up, watching his fingers slip in and out of my tight channel,
drenched with my arousal. Kyson
growls his eyes hungrily watching his fingers delve inside of me, he curls them, making me c
ry out as he hits that sweet spot, eliciting endless moans.

My eyes close at the sensation when he continues dragging them in and out, curling them a
s he plunges them in deeper each time. I feel his fingers curl once again, his ring finger pres
ses against my ass, and my eyes open to find him watching me. His pitch–
black as the beast that resides within surfaces,

His fingers offered no reprieve as he plunged them in harder, dropping his mouth back to p
ussy before I felt him slide his ring finger inside me. I squirm, the feeling unnatural as he bre
ached the barrier of the tight muscles of my ass. Despite the discomfort, my pleasure grew s
infully.

His fingers moving simultaneously while he sucked on my clit. My skin heats, my pussy thro
bs, and my walls clench, my stomach tightens at the pleasure. Tingles slivered and weaved u
p my spin, and my toes curled as I reached the precipice and shattered.

My moans echoed around the room as waves of pleasure rippled through me, my pussy clen
ching his fingers, which had slowed, allowing me to ride out
the feeling as I panted and writhed. My entire body shook with the intensity of my release, r
endering me limp and boneless as the last wave rippled through me.

Kyson slowly withdraws his fingers before lapping at my juices, his tongue causing aftershoc
ks to course through me, my skin now oversensitive to the touch. He moves his arm, and my
legs fall limply on the bed while I try to catch my breath. Kyson crawls between my legs, ho
vering above me, and I could feel his erection digging into my lower stomach as he leaned d
own and kissed me.

Forcing his tongue into my mouth and I was too exhausted to care as he made me taste my
self. He growls, nipping at my lips, “I„ll run you a bath,” he purred against my lips, and all I co
uld do was nod. My brain felt sluggish and liquefied. He laughed softly before climbing off
me and wandering off toward the bathroom
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Gannon POV

Last night, the King granted me special leave while Ivy was transitioning; I had been in the c
ar ever since. I tried to ring Abbie to speak with her and convince her, but she never answere
d her phone. Abbie had been ignoring my calls since the last attempt. I am to report any iss
ues, although I was angered that Kyson wouldn„t allow me to drag
her out because forcing someone from their mate was illegal if they wanted to remain with t
hem. However, I was tempted to break that law; I would take jail time or lashings.

Kyson, I know, would be reluctant to hand the sentence down, but with pressure from the p
acks he governed over, it didn„t look good for a king to go against the law he helped create,
to stop Alpha„s forcefully marking multiple women and stealing them from their mates, whi
ch is precisely why Kade never marked any of his wives technically they were free if they fou
nd their mates. But Abbie, he did mark knowing having a mate makes him stronger.

So, for now, my only option was to convince Abbie to willingly leave him. As stupid as it mig
ht be to try, I had to. Going against a mate bond was near impossible for she–
wolves, and so far, my attempts to convince her of her mate„s infidelity have failed.

We rarely came this far out. Even when

invited to stay as we passed through it sometimes, we always stayed elsewhere, uncomforta
ble with
being in packs, never knowing which side they were on. However, Alpha Kade had been goo
d to us, always helped, but he was a shitty werewolf nonetheless, the way he kept women
as if they were trophies or some possession, not a person.

My phone starts ringing, and I pull over to answer it, knowing I would need to type in the ad
dress soon anyway. Damian„s name pops up on the screen, and I hit connect, placing it to m
y ear.

“You get the address?” I ask him, rummaging for a pen and paper in the glove compartment
.

“Yes, I have it right here. Try to remain unseen, Gannon. It will raise suspicions if you get cau
ght lurking without formal notice,” Damian tells me, and I growl.

“What did you tell him?”

“That Ivy wanted to send a care package,”

“Fine, I will stop on the way and buy some shit in case; I can play the delivery boy.” I snap.

“Good idea, but please don„t kill anyone, for god„s sake,”

“I„m just here to get my girl, that„s it,” I tell him.

“You can„t force her, you know what will happen if you do,” Damian reminds me.

“Maybe I am willing to accept the punishment, Damian,”

“Then what becomes of her when takes

her away, think, Gannon. You force her, and she wants to go back then what. You would be
disqualified from entering his pack, he is stuck there, and the King has to give you 1000 lashi
ngs and jail time, don„t make him do that. You know what happened last time he

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did and nearly killed one of our men. It near destroyed him,”

“But that idiot forcefully claimed the girl; I am not claiming her, just taking her,” I retort.

“Same difference, don„t make me order you back, Gannon,”

“This Abbie, Damian,” I breathe.

“I am aware, but our hands are tied, and he is the only Alpha we have an actual pact–
bound alliance with,” Damian says. I glare out the windshield.

“What„s it going to be? Am I ordering you back, or can you contain yourself?” I snarl.

“Fine, I won„t force her, but if he has hurt her, I will fucking kill him,”

“The King said he saw Abbie, and she was in good health besides the cheating on Kade„s par
t,”

“Still fucking hurting her,”

“Gannon!” Damian snapped at me.

“Fine, I will keep my hands to myself, just give me the address,” I tell him, worried he would
order me back home after driving all this way. Ijot down the address before hanging up and
putting the address into the maps. It was indeed out of town, miles out. Nothing around her
; he kept her from everyone, including the town.

I growl at the realization she was out there alone. Starting the car, I drive to the closest town
before stopping at one of the general stores and filling a basket. I grabbed all her favorite fr
uits and candies ! had forced her to try since she was sketchy taking anything from me at th
e castle. Although, towards the end, she really dropped her guard, and I had her agree to be
with me only for that fuckwit Kade to show up and ruin it.

I looked for something else, but they didn„t even have

flowers in this shitty store. I would give her a book before remembering she couldn„t read a
nd swap it for a comic. Maybe she could interpret the pictures with
any luck. Perhaps I can get her to come back with me and reject her mate and teach her to r
ead myself.

It took me another half an hour to drive to the outskirts of Kade„s territory. She was barely o
n the border as I pulled
down the long dirt driveway. The place was surrounded by the dense forest as pulled up at t
he house. Although house would be too kind of a word, it was more like a shack, even that
might be too generous.

I could see her at the clothesline, and she looked over her shoulder at my car as it pulled
in, putting her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun so she could see better. I quickly sto
pped the car, sending a text like Damian asked to alert him
when I arrived. Abbie looked at the vehicle nervously as I swung the door open as she slowl
y walked over. She lets out a breath of relief, making me wonder why she was worried about
a random car.

“Oh, it„s you?” Abbie says, walking over. “Why are you here?” she asks nervously, chewing he
r lip.

“What, that„s it?” I asked her, raising

an eyebrow at her. Her lips tug up in the corner before she rushes over, and I grab her crush
ing her against me. “Gosh, I have missed
you,” I tell her, and she nods, her skinny arms wrapping around my neck, and she shrieks wh
en I lift her off her feet, hugging her tight.
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I bury my face in her neck, stealing a whiff of her scent.

“Why are you here?” she asks.

“To see
you, why else? You haven„t been answering my calls, I tell her, placing her back on her feet. I
stared down at her;
she had lost weight, which should be impossible with how skinny she already was. Her pants
rolled at her hips to hold them up looked four times bigger than her. Her white shirt, I coul
d tell,
was one of Kade„s. Her pants were also too long as she had those rolled too at her ankles. S
he glances down the driveway nervously, and I look behind me.

“Expecting someone?” I ask.

“Kade hasn„t been by for a couple of days. He said he was out of town, but” she pauses.

“But what?”

“Nothing, but sometimes this car comes and parks down

the end. They never get out.” She shakes her head.

“Probably just paranoid,” she laughs.

“Coffee?” she asks, and I nod and turn back to my car, grabbing the bags out before followi
ng her inside. The porch creaked as I stepped on it, the wooden blanks bending under my w
eight. The door even hung weirdly as she opened it, having
to lift it like the hinges were busted. Stepping inside, it was tiny. The kitchen, bedroom, and
living room are all in one little room.

“Where is the bathroom?”

“There is an outhouse out the back,” she shrugs, turning the stove on before filling a campin
g kettle and placing it on the element. I stared around in disbelief at how he had his mate liv
ing. There wasn„t even a bed, just a fold–out
couch that was neatly made. I sat on the edge of it. The
springs groaned, and I could feel the metal bar beneath digging into my backside.
“You should come back with me,” I tell her.

“Not this again, Gannon, please” Abbie whines, and I growl before remembering the bags cl
utched in my hands. I hold them out to her, and her brows furrow.

“Take it,” I tell her, and she sighs, walking over before grabbing the bags. She places them o
n the table and looks inside them, and her eyes light up as she pulls out some sugar clouds.
Those I had noticed were her favorite; she immediately opened the bag and grabbed
one out. She offered me the bag, but I shook my head. I didn„t like sugary stuff; I only ever b
rought them for her when I took her in town once to grab supplies for Clarice and noticed h
er looking at them.

That was also when I found out she only had candy before her parents died and
only on special occasions when they could afford it. So I always made sure I had a neverendi
ng stockpile on me when I would see her.

I watch as she stuffs another in her mouth before pulling her pants up as they slide down he
r hips.
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The lolly staining her lips red and coating them in sugar. I
chuckle before watching her go to the tiny
fridge and open it. I growl when I see it is nearly empty, besides half a bottle of milk and a bl
ock of cheese, Getting up, I check the cupboards to find them almost bare,

“Why is there no food here,” I growi.

“There is, Kade, said he would come out soon to bring more,” she shrugs, retrieving coffee a
nd teabags.

“What the fuck have you been eating?” she chews her lips nervously and looks out the wind
ow at the forest.

“Have you been hunting your own food?”

“No, I promise, I didn„t kill anything. I just took some bird eggs,” she gasped, confusing my a
nger at being directed toward her for hunting.

“Bird eggs?” I scoff.

“I tried to kill a rabbit, but I couldn„t do it, I swear,” she stutters.

“I don„t care about you hunting, Abbie. My point is you shouldn„t have to. You are an Alpha„
s mate, not some fucking slave, or a dirty little secret,” I snarl.

“I„m not; he is introducing me to the pack soon. It isn„t safe. He is having issues with a neigh
boring pack,” she stammers, turning back to her kettle that started whistling,

“Do you know how stupid that sounds? You„re his fucking
luna, and he has you living out here in squalor,”

“It„s not safe” she defends him.

“The safest place would be by his side, don„t you think, not out here along the border where
anyone could get you,” I argue, but she had every excuse under the sun to defend him, lies
he had fed her.

It was like arguing with a brick wall. I fucking hated this mate bond bullshit. It made she–
wolves blind to their mate„s errors, gullible
and all made worse is he only has to show her the tiniest bit of what she perceives as a kind
ness because she has known none and believes wholeheartedly that is how it works, that sh
e should trust blindly because he is her mate.

“No, you„re coming back with me” I tell her, grabbing her arm.

“What no, I have a mate, I can„t just leave. He will worry.”

“Worry? Where the fuck is he then, Abbie?” I yell at her trying to drag her toward the door,

“No!” she screams, thrashing in my grip. “Gannon, stop,” she says before she starts crying,

“He loves me, he said he loves me, he will be back,” she sobs.

“fucking love you. He doesn„t,” I scream at her.

Abbie whimpers, and I realize my claws had slipped out, nicking her skin, thankfully not dee
ply, and I let her go watching as it healed,

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“You have a mate out there somewhere. How can you say that?”

“No, I don„t; I want you. Why can„t you see that?”

“But I am not yours, I am Kade„s mate, he loves me, and I love him,”

“If you think this is

love, you are mistaken; you don„t hide someone you love away, you don„t force them to live
like this,” I snap at her. Her brows scrunch together. And tears well in her beautiful hazel doe
eyes. She shakes her before sniffling, wiping
her hands on the front of her shirt. “You should go.” she whispers, unable to meet my eyes.
I swallow, and she wraps her arms around herself, rubbing her arms as she turns back towar
d the kitchen.

“Abbie?”

“Gannon, please, just don„t,” she breathes.

“Tell me your happy here? Tell me something because this, this isn„t right, I would take care
of you,” || tell her.

“I„m not yours,” she says slowly, emphasizing her words.

“But you could be. You just need to ignore the bond, Abbie. See–through his bullshit,” I tell
her, but she

shakes her head.

“It„s temporary he will be back soon,” she says, pouring the hot water in her mug and jigglin
g the teabag. I click my tongue, unsure of another way to convince.

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“You were willing to be mine before Abbie,” I tell her.

“That was before I discovered my mate, and you„re a Lycan it would never work,”

“I would change you, it would, but you need to reject Kade and come home with me,”

“I can„t, he...he... He loves me,”

“But do you love him? Think about Abbie. If

he wasn„t your mate, and you are locked up here, would you stay or come back with me?”

“That„s not fair,” she says.

“Answer me,”

“That would be different,” she looks around at the place.

“You live in a castle. Who would choose this place over that?” she finally says.

“Fine, then if he wasn„t your mate, who would you choose, him or me,”

“But he is my mate!”

“Exactly, the mate bond tells you to love him, to stay with him it is not a damn choice, but if
you had one,” she bites her lip.

“I don„t know! l... please you have to leave, you„re confusing me, stop. It all needs to stop.”

“Come back with me, even for a little while, just come back, come see Ivy, you wanted to see
Ivy, right?” | begged.

“It„s unsafe; I have to stay here; Kade will take me to see her. He promised he would,”

“I„m fucking Lycan. What safer place is there to be then by my side?” I curse while shaking m
y head and pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“He„s my mate,” she says though even she looked confused at what she wanted. And
that stupid marking on her neck I wish I could remove so she could think clearly.

I move toward her, and she backs up, her bum hitting the
kitchen sink. “Come back with me,”

“I can„t, Gannon,”

“But you want to, don„t you,” I ask her, and she looks away.

“I can„t leave my mate. It would hurt him if I did,”

“What about the pain he causes you?”

“Ah, not this again, he wouldn„t do that; I„m his mate,” she says, trying to push past me.
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“No! Just go. You can„t force me. It„s against the law. I may be stupid, but I know that
much,” she says, looking away.

“You are not stupid, misguided, yes, but not stupid, Abbie, don„t say that,” I tell her.

“Leave; I have asked you too, so please, Gannon, don„t make this harder than it has to be,” s
he says, and I sigh. I pull my phone from my pocket and glance at the
time. I was only granted an hour here, and I was already 15 minutes over.

“When you change your

mind, you ring me; I don„t care what time it is; I will come for you. Do you still know my num
ber?” she nods.

“My number Abbie,” she sighs and rattles

it off, knowing it by heart. I kiss her forehead before nodding. “Answer my calls,” she nods.

“I will okay, just leave,” she says, and I chew my lip before turning and walking out the
door. When I got in the car, I started the engine and looked up to find her
standing on the porch watching me; she waved before looking away, and
I turned the car around before leaving. When I drive over the boundary, Damian rings.

“What?”

“Are you on your way back with her,”

“She wouldn„t come. There is no food in that place. It is a shit hole,”

“She has to come willingly. You can‟t take her,”

“It„s fucking bullshit; I should command her;” I tell him.

“You do, and she will always question whether or not she made the right choice,” Damian tri
es to reason. I growl, and eventually, he hangs up when I come to the town
I stopped in. I nearly drove through before I cursed and pulled into the grocery
store. I filled a trolley with different foods before driving back, unable
to get the thought of her eating bird eggs and whatever she could find in the forest out of
my head.
Pulling up, I quickly unloaded them. I could see her asleep on the fold-out bed through
the murky tiny window that had a crack in it. I place
the groceries on the porch before knocking and walking away, unable to
trust myself not to drag
her out kicking and screaming. I turn the car around, tearing out of the driveway, but catch a
glimpse of her. She glanced down, staring at the groceries before looking back at
my retreating vehicle.

I would be in so much
shit for going back and being late, but I couldn„t leave her with no food, and Damian would
lose his mind. Stuck in my thoughts, I knew Kyson wouldn„t break a law
that would put the Lycan Kingdom at more risk of war, but maybe he would for
Ivy? If she knew, I had no doubt she would go off about Abbie living like that if she knew
what Kade was doing behind Abbie„s back. I would find a way to
tell her; I would accept the backlash from the king when she does.

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Ivy POV

Thad spent most of the day asleep, waking in the late afternoon. Somehow waking to feel m
ore tired despite spending most of the day sleeping. Unusually exhausted, it was an actual st
ruggle for me to keep my eyes open as I chucked on the first things my hands landed on. N
ot caring what I looked like, my hair looked like a haystack when I looked in the mirror.

Who would have thought shifting would be so exhausting? I hoped it wasn„t like this every ti
me! shifted. Grabbing Kyson„s phone, I tried to ring Abbie, but she didn„t answer. Chucking t
he phone on the bed, I pulled my hair into a messy bun, deciding to look for Kyson. Steppin
g out of the room, Dustin was waiting by the door.

“Morning,” I tell him. Dustin laughs.

“You mean afternoon, my Queen.” My brows furrow as I look to the window to see the sun c
asting the sky in colorful hues. I sigh.
“How long have I been asleep?”

“Only a few hours, I heard you up earlier with the...” Dustin suddenly looks straight ahead, lo
oking somewhat awkward, and my face flames as my brain registered why he suddenly beca
me awkward.

“Wait, you were outside the..” I looked back at the door.

“I hear nothing, my Queen,”

“Well, clearly you heard something,” I tell him, looking at his blushing cheeks. I don„t know
who was more embarrassed him or me. I was mortified. Clearing my throat, my eyes go to t
he end of the long corridor. “Have you seen the King?”

“He is in his office, my Queen,”

“Ah, enough with the Queen stuff. I think we are past the formality with what you overheard,
more on a personal level, don„t you think?” Dustin chuckles.

“I heard nothing,” Dustin says, his lips hooking up in the

corners as he stared straight ahead, trying not to laugh. I shake my head and click my tongu
e. “Come on then, let„s find this King of mine,” I tell him before stalking off down the hall. Du
stin rushes ahead, opening doors, which annoyed me. It then became a race to beat the oth
er to the door, it was annoying having everyone do everything for me. Finally beating him to
the next one. I to sit open and smack
into the King„s chest. The air expelled from my lungs. It was like running into a brick wall. I st
umble back, and Dustin grips my arm to steady me. I clutch my head, and Dustin lets me go,
placing his hand behind his back and standing straighter.

“And where are you

off to in such a hurry?” the King asks, staring down at me. He had an amused smile on his fa
ce as he stared at the pair of us. I rub my forehead where I
run headfirst into my mate like a damn bulldozer.

“We were looking for you” | groan.

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“Well, you found me,” Kyson laughs, and I slap his chest, forgetting how much stronger and
quicker | am now that I had shifted, resulting in me hurting my own hand. Kyson shakes
his head, draping his arm over my shoulder and tugging me against him, walking me back
the way we came and toward the stairs leading
back up to our quarters. As we crossed the foyer, Clarice was walking down the steps.

“Ah, there you are, my Queen; I left your afternoon tea upstairs on the table for you,” she
says.

“Thank you, Clarice,” I tell her about to walk up the steps when I Beta Damian called out to
the King from down the corridor, and we stopped. Kyson leans down, pressing his lips to my
head, and I purse my lips. “I„ll be up soon,” Kyson murmurs before walking off toward his Be
ta.

“Is something going on?” I ask Dustin, staring off after the King. Dustin says nothing, and I l
ook over at him.

“You„re not allowed to tell me, are you?”

“The King has everything under control,” Dustin says, and I bite the inside of my lip, looking
at the King„s office where he disappeared into.

Curious if it was about the missing women, I walked toward his

office only to hear arguing. Dustin grips my hand and tries to steer me off back toward the s
tairs while I stare over my shoulder.

“The King doesn„t want you in there right now, my Queen,”

“Ivy! And I want to know what„s going on,” I tell him when I hear something smash in his offi
ce. Dustin tries to grab me when I rip my arm out of
his gentle grip. Escaping Dustin, I shove the door open to find the King shifted, and he had
Gannon pinned on the desk, who was also shifted. They
appeared to be fighting while Damian picked himself
up off the floor. His lip was bleeding, and
I saw the healing bruising on his chin as someone had hit him.

“Gannon snarls and shoves the King before swinging at him only for Kyson to
punch him, and Gannon hits the ground. The pungent aroma of alcohol in the room
emanating off Gannon told me he was drunk. He growls, trying to get up but stumbling,
and Damian goes to get between them when Kyson glares at him, and Damian
back away with his hands up.

“Stand down. She will see sense soon and come back, stop this,” The King ordered Gannon.

“This fucking bullshit, shit, and you know it,” Gannon snapped at him.

“My hands are tied, you know this,” Kyson says, letting him go, glaring down at Gan.

“You„re the fucking King. You can make him give her back.”

“I wonder what Ivy would say to that. Would you give her the same excuse?” Gannon sneere
d at him.

“If I knew what?” I asked. Stepping through the gap in the door where the King could see m
e.

“Nothing, Ivy. Go back to our room, Love.” Kyson says before glaring at Dustin behind me.

“Don„t glare at him. I want to know what„s going on and why you are all fighting,” I demand
ed to know.

Gannon goes to say something, and the King turns a

furious growl tearing out of him, but the look on Gannon„s face shows he didn„t care what t
he King would do, or maybe he was too intoxicated to

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realize the trouble he was about to get in for speaking out after the King clearly didn„t want
him to.

“Dustin, get her out of here and keep her out!” Kyson
snarled, and Dustin grabbed my arm, trying to pull me from the room when Gannon
spoke, making me stop.

“Kade is mistreating Abbie,” Gannon said. My heart sank at his words, but just spoken to her
the night before, and she seemed fine. Turning to face him, Dusting tried to yank me
out, but I shoved him off, feeling terrible when he smacked into the wall. I turn to
Kyson, wanting to know what he talking about when the King snarled,
pivoting and punching Gannon so hard it knocked him out cold. I gasped, my hands coverin
g my mouth as Gannon was suddenly sprawled on the floor.

“Ivy out!”

“Where is Abbie Kyson?” I asked. My shock turned to anger.

“With her mate where she chooses to be!” Kyson says. My brows pinch together, and I look
at Gannon, who was on the floor.

“Then what is Gannon speaking about?” I ask him.

“It doesn„t matter; I will be up soon.”

“You„re lying,”

“Excuse me?”

“I said you‟re lying. Now, what is going on with Abbie?”

“Go back to the room, do not make me order you, Ivy,”

“Then answer the fucking question?” I snap. My mind frantically raced as I tried to figure out
what was going on because she was fine the other night.

“Abbie is with her mate, you know this. You spoke with her last night” Kyson says, and
my eyes dart to Gannon.

“I find out you„re lying to me or something is wrong with her?”

“You„ll what, Ivy. I would advise you not to finish that sentence, Love,” Kyson says, walking
around his desk to come to stand in front of me. He folds his arms
across his chest. I glare at him despite the tremble in my hands, which didn„t go unnoticed b
y him. But this was Abbie. She wasn„t just someone to me; she was
everything. More than my life, and that still stood even against my mate.

“Don„t forget Kyson, I have other places I can go now,” I tell him, and he growls.
Excuse me, Ivy?” Kyson snarls, and his eyes flicker dangerously. His hands clenched into fists.

“You dare address the Queen of the Landeena Kingdom so casually, King Kyson,” I growled.
I know it was petty, but if he wanted to pull rank, so would I, and
despite not wanting to be a
Queen, 1 technically am one and have a kingdom with a population of zero, but still, it„s min
e. My birthright! And for Abbie, I won„t back down when it comes to Abbie, even if it gets m
e killed.

“Is that so, Queen Ivy?” Kyson says through gritted teeth.

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“Queen Azalea,” I growled, and he seemed taken

aback. If I am going to make claims, I might as well claim it all, including the name. We stoo
d staring at each other, neither of us willing to back down from the other, and I saw the mus
cle in his jaw clench. Though I
was fearful of him using the calling or ordering me since I wasn„t even sure how to fight his
aura. However, being a Lycan Queen by blood, surely I would have one?

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However, today
was different when I saw the car door swing open and a woman got out of the car. She was
gorgeous, with curly long blonde hair half pulled up, she had sunglasses on
covering her eyes, and she looked, high class. Everything about her screamed money. She w
alked around to the front of the car, her knee–
high black boots crunching on the gravel as she leaned on the hood. She had on a white ca
mi and blue jeans. Her lips stained red from her lipstick.

She sat on
the hood, and I waved to her, wondering if she was a pack member and if I should say hello,
but Kade told me not to talk to anyone out here, so I remained where I was. She never wave
d back, only glared at me.
With one last glance over my shoulder, I rushed inside, closed
the door and locked it. Not that it would do much, the door„s hinges
were loose, and the bottom of the door was waterlogged, making it challenging to shut and
leaving a gap that the mozzies like to get in from of at night.

I peer out the window at her, staying far enough back, hoping she couldn„t see me. She sat t
here for a while then eventually left, making me wonder why she stopped here every day. O
nce she was gone, I let out a breath of relief. My afternoon was sort of like clockwork.

Inapped before bringing the clothes in,

then hung them up along the window curtain on a coat hanger. I made my bed before
grabbing the comic book Gannon had brought
me. The pictures telling a story about a cat with stripes. If only I could read the images may
make more sense to me, but I was thankful nonetheless.

Feeling peckish, I wandered into the kitchen. The

sun was down now, and the day turned to night. The nights were longest, so cold and empt
y that‟s usually also when the most pain came. That horrible, heartbreaking pain that restrict
ed my chest. My anxiety always peaked around this time, waiting for it to arrive. Next time I
speak with him, I will
ask Kade to take me to the pack doctor. Something had to be wrong, or it wouldn„t be so fr
equent.

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Trigger warning! Trigger warning!

The next three chapters are brutal, so read at own risk. Violence, cheating, and sexual assualt
.

Abbie POV

My mind was still reeling with the fact Gannon

had driven all the way here. How I had missed him, but I knew it was wrong to have feelings
for another when you had a mate, betrayal. The worst sort of betrayal to the moon goddess
to refuse the gift she had bestowed on us by giving us our mates.

Honestly, I never thought myself worthy of a mate, someone to love me unconditionally, unt
il I met Kade. I missed him, and I wondered if it hurt him just as
much as it did me when we were apart. For some reason though, as I unpacked
the groceries Gannon had brought back and dropped on my doorstep.

I couldn„t wipe the goofy smile off my face as I chewed on one of the strawberry clouds; he
was always giving me candy at the castle. The fact he remembered these were my favorite h
ad me smiling like an idiot before guilt sank in that I shouldn„t be thinking of Gannon,
so I scolded myself for my reckless thoughts.

It felt strange seeing the cupboards with food in them.

Kade brought a couple of bags every few days but nothing like this. I was always rationing
everything, and even then, it still wasn„t enough to last before he returned. It had been days
since I last saw him, and he never stayed long, only a few minutes before saying he had to g
et back to work. This place was quiet, sometimes too quiet for my troubled mind, and it mad
e me miss Ivy and Clarice more.

Packing the last of the groceries away, I decided

to go bring the washing in; I only had these pants and the shirt, plus the clothes I came here
wearing. Which we„re currently on the clothesline, having to hand wash them every day in t
he sink was becoming a real mission.

But I didn„t want my clothes dirty if he returned, yet the heat and sun wore me out faster. Be
ing confined out here, I found I spent most of my time sleeping. The hunger always eased w
hen I wasn„t awake to endure it, the same with the bond. Its longing and yearning for my ma
te made the heart hurt less if asleep.

Stepping outside, I shielded my eyes from the sun that was slowly
going down behind the trees. I split some sticks to make my pegs. Not even pegs were prov
ided, and only half the clothesline
still had wires. I couldn„t wait to finally be able to go to the packhouse. Kade had told me all
about it and told me how beautiful it was. I just needed to be patient, and soon I
would be free to be with my mate and not be at threat of the pack war he was currently stuc
k in.

Checking the clothes, the hems were still wet, so I flipped them on the clothesline and hung
them up the other way. Another half an hour and they would surely be dry, and I could iron
them for tomorrow. Walking back inside, I
stop when I hear the sound of tires on gravel, and my heart leaps with excitement, hoping it
is Kade. When I turned around, it was the mysterious black Mustang parked at the end of th
e driveway again. I stare at it, wondering why they came here every
day but never introduced themselves or got out.
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However, today
was different when I saw the car door swing open and a woman got out of the car. She was
gorgeous, with curly long blonde hair half pulled up, she had sunglasses on
covering her eyes, and she looked, high class. Everything about her screamed money. She w
alked around to the front of the car, her knee–
high black boots crunching on the gravel as she leaned on the hood. She had on a white ca
mi and blue jeans. Her lips stained red from her lipstick.

She sat on
the hood, and I waved to her, wondering if she was a pack member and if I should say hello,
but Kade told me not to talk to anyone out here, so I remained where I was. She never wave
d back, only glared at me.

With one last glance over my shoulder, I rushed inside, closed

the door and locked it. Not that it would do much, the door„s hinges
were loose, and the bottom of the door was waterlogged, making it challenging to shut and
leaving a gap that the mozzies like to get in from of at night.

I peer out the window at her, staying far enough back, hoping she couldn„t see me. She sat t
here for a while then eventually left, making me wonder why she stopped here every day. O
nce she was gone, I let out a breath of relief. My afternoon was sort of like clockwork.

Inapped before bringing the clothes in,

then hung them up along the window curtain on a coat hanger. I made my bed before
grabbing the comic book Gannon had brought
me. The pictures telling a story about a cat with stripes. If only I could read the images may
make more sense to me, but I was thankful nonetheless.

Feeling peckish, I wandered into the kitchen. The

sun was down now, and the day turned to night. The nights were longest, so cold and empt
y that‟s usually also when the most pain came. That horrible, heartbreaking pain that restrict
ed my chest. My anxiety always peaked around this time, waiting for it to arrive. Next time I
speak with him, I will
ask Kade to take me to the pack doctor. Something had to be wrong, or it wouldn„t be so fr
equent.
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Walking into the kitchen, I grab a cup and fill it with milk, deciding to have
milk and cookies. I was too tired to cook, not that I had any reason to be, and the stove was
temperamental and only worked when it wanted to. Dipping my biscuit in my milk, I bite it, t
he sugary sweetness making me giddy.

Sugar always had that effect on me. Kade said it was because I wasn„t used to having it, and
after annoyed him with my constant talking on the way here from the bag of clouds Gannon
gave me before I left, he tossed them out the window and snapped at
me. I hadn„t had anything sweet since besides artificial sugar in my coffee Kade
brought last time he came here. He said it was a treat for being good, but it didn„t even tast
e like sugar and had a funny aftertaste.

What if
he came? Maybe I shouldn„t have anymore? I thought. I didn„t want to annoy my mate and
make him leave, placing the half–
eaten biscuit back. I would eat the other half tomorrow, just in case he did come to see me. I
hoped he would.

I placed the open packet in the fridge and decided to quickly spring clean to burn off some
energy. I filled the sink with water and started cleaning the kitchen. Nothing I did improved i
ts state, though. The place was falling apart. Washing my cup, I placed it on the sink upside
down when I heard car tires. My eyes widened with excitement, and I couldn„t help the stupi
d smile that spread across my face. Pulling my hands out of the water, I quickly dried them a
nd raced to the front door tossing it open, unable to contain my excitement.

I squealed when I saw Kade„s car parked out front, and he hopped out along with
two of his warriors who I had met back at the castle. Kade climbed out looking
gorgeous in his suit, and I rushed down the steps, almost bouncing with joy. I ran over, abou
t to throw my arms around me. Gosh, I missed him.

Only I was greeted with his fist. My head snapped back, and I clutched my face, blood spurti
ng out of my nose and lip where his fist connected. Blood stained my
shirt and my hands as I looked at them. I didn„t understand. Lifting my head his hand reache
d for me before I recognized the cruel sneer on his face. He grabbed my hair, making me cry
 out, my neck arched back painfully. Kade said nothing, just ripped me back toward the hous
e; I clutched his hands, my feet slipping on the loose gravel.

“Kade?” I cried as he dragged me across the ground and up the steps by my hair. My hair–
tearing painfully from my scalp when he tossed me inside. I screamed in pain when I landed
on the hard floor on my hip. My hands jarred as I threw them
out, trying to break my fall. Kade kicks the door shut, and my eyes widen when he turns
on me again.

“You fucking whore, who were you with?” Kade screamed at me. I scrambled back on my ha
nds and feet when he grabbed my hair again, hauling me to my feet.

“What do you mean?” I shrieked as he hauled me into the kitchen.

“Who„s car was here? Do you think I wouldn„t notice, wouldn„t feel your infidelity.” He screa
med.

“He brought me food; it was just Gannon,” I sobbed, trying to get him to let go. He does, an
d I stumble back into the sink when he growls, grabbing the back of my neck and plunging
my face into the water. I choke and sputter on the dirty water. My hands gripped the sides a
s I tried to pull my face out, only he shoved my face in harder. My throat burned
and ached furiously as I began to drown, inhaling the water making my
nose burn, but before I could drown, he ripped my head out, and I sucked in air harsh ragge
d breaths.

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“Did you fuck him, you whore?” Kade screamed in my face. While I tried to suck in air. My ha
ir and face were drenched, my shirt soaked.

“No, why are,” he shoved my face back in the sink, and I clawed and scratched at the bench,
trying to get air. Water sloshed onto the floor at my
feet as I struggled against him, only for him to rip me out at the last second again.

“He brought me food, that„s all” I tell him, wondering

what he was talking about. Kade yanks my head back, ripping open the pantry and fridge. H
e snarls, slamming my head into the bench, pain rattled through my skull, and I saw black as
my head pounded to its own beat, and I collapsed on the floor. Blood pooled in my mouth
as I tried to look around through my blurry vision.
He starts ripping the canned food off the shelves, tossing them at me, and I shield my head,
my body becoming bruised and battered, the bond screaming for him to stop, and my heart
twisting painfully in my chest. He snarls, picking up a bag of candy.

“Did you fuck him?” Kade snarls, and I shake my head, sobbing. My hands shook as he
reached for me, and I put them up to shield my face. Blood trickled
down the side of my head, from my nose and eyebrow. It stained the floor, my hands, and
my clothes.

“Please, Please, I didn„t do anything wrong,” I shrieked when he grabbed my hair again, rippi
ng my head back before stuffing the candy in my mouth. I try to
spit it out, choking on it. “Filthy fucking pig, you fucked him, didn„t you? Thought you could
get away with sneaking around behind my back,” he roared in my face, spittle hitting
my face with his words.

“You want to act like a whore, I will treat you like one,” He growled.

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Kade rips me to my feet by my

hair, he shoved me toward the door, and I saw my phone; I tried to snatch it off the counter
when he punched me the stomach, knocking the air from my lungs as I doubled over. He sm
ashes it on the floor, my phone breaking into pieces while I try to catch my breath. He kicks
me in the stomach, and I retch. The little food I had eaten bubbles up my throat and spills o
nto the floor along with my blood.

Dots danced before my vision, and flecks of gold as a wave of dizziness washed through me,
the room
spinning around me violently. My blood dripped from the gash on my head. Kade„s
feet stopped beside my face when hands grabbed me, and I was tossed over his shoulder. H
e kicked the door, sending it flying into the front of the yard before stomping down
the steps.

“Open the trunk,” he snapped at one of his men, who rushed to do his bidding. I thrashed, tr
ying to get him to put
me down, begging and pleading with him though it fell on deaf ears when
I was tossed into the trunk, and he slammed the lid shut.

Thave no idea how long he drove for, but I was sent hurtling into the rear seat when he jam
med on the brakes. My heart beat erratically, filling my
ears with the pounding sound of it when I heard the car doors slam, and I suddenly couldn„t
breathe, panic consuming me, and I tried to suck in a hiccuped breath as the trunk lid open
ed. One of his warriors reaches in to grab me. I thrashed, slapping his hands away and kickin
g when he punched me. My head whipped to the side, and I felt my eye swell shut instantly
and I groaned, dazed from the blow.

“Hurry up,” kade snarled when I felt a needle jammed in my arm, it was like someone set my
veins on fire as the poison raged
an inferno through my bloodstream. “Don„t worry, Love, it won„t kill you, but you won„t be a
ble to shift or heal, just a mild sedative,” Kade mocked as I peered up at him through my sw
elled eye that felt like it ballooned out.

The other man grabs

me, tossing me over his shoulder, and I groan, feeling sick at the motion of him walking up s
teps before I was dumped
onto a red carpet. I couldn„t even sit up, wholly paralyzed yet wide awake. My mind raced as
I tried to look around, yet all I could see was a bed with red blankets in the distance. Attach
ed to it were different chains and ropes and the room smelled funny. The pungent aroma of
incense burned my nose.

“Sit her up, and make sure she watches,” Kade sneered when the man from
before gripped my shirt leaning
me against the wall. He grabbed my head that lolled forward; I was dribbling blood and dro
oling down my chin. A woman walks in with barely any clothes on.

She had black lingerie on, her hair was cut short in a pixie cut, and
she was wearing stilettos. “Yes, Alpha,” she asks, yet I noticed the tremble of her fingers
and the shake to her voice.

“This
is my mate, Abbie. She is being punished, so we are going to put on a show for, get on the
bed, Blaire. The women gasps and spins when he motions toward me with his hand, and she
stumbles back, her face paling.
“Your mate?” she gasps and goes
to kneel down, her hands outstretched like she wanted to help me when Kade snapped at h
er. “Don„t touch the slut. Now get on the bed,” Kade snarls at her.

The woman looks horrified at Kade. “But she is your mate,” the woman says, and Kade growl
s.

“Are you questioning your Alpha? You remember what happened last time you
questioned me?” he asks, tilting his head to the side, and she whimpers, offering her neck to
him and nods.

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“Get your clothes off, and get on the fucking bed,” he snapped at her, she looked
over her shoulder at me, and my eyes welled with tears
when Kade started removing his clothes.

“If she closes her eyes, hit her,” he orders the man holding my head up. Pain
ripped through every part of my body, my heart crushed to smithereens. Gannon was right;
there was nothing wrong with me. The pain I felt
now made worse because I not only endured it for so long, I was now forced
to watch it as he fucked the girl right in front of me. Kade climbed off
the bed and walked over to me when he was done. Tears trekked down
my face when he stopped in front of me.

“Open her mouth,” Kade said, and my eyes widened. I tried to move but couldn„t; I couldn„t
even speak. My tongue felt numb;
I could only drool on myself. Tears burned my eyes when I felt fingertips on my chin openin
g my already slack mouth. My eyes went to the woman
Blaire on the bed sobbing into her hands when he stuffed his cock in my mouth.

Kade grips my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth. The taste of her coating my tongue
repulsed me as he used my mouth before emptying
himself in it, making me gag as I choked on it. He then let me go, and I crashed to the grou
nd in a heap, my entire body numb, even my mind as I stared
blankly at the dust underneath it.

I stared beneath the bed, no longer listening, going deaf to my surroundings. Closing
my eyes, pretended to be back in mine and Ivy„s room at the
orphanage, remembering the times we would lay on the hard floor gazing out
the window at night making pictures from the stars, dreaming of what it would be
like to be free. Never thought I would see the day where
I would rather be back there than where I currently was.

Kade left me on the floor and walked out, and it took hours before I could move my hand; I
brushed my hair behind my ear. It had been annoying me and obscuring my
vision for hours and
tickling my nose when I breathed because I couldn„t move it; however, I regained some
feeling back. My fingertips brush
the scar behind my ear, and I suck in a shaky breath. “More than my life, more than my life,”
| repeatedly whispered to myself as I cried.

“More than my life,”

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Kyson POV

Ivy was furious, and I could feel Damian sneaking closer, worried I would lose control. Hones
tly, I was on the verge of
snapping and dragging her back to the room and her following words nearly made me.

“Don„t forget, Kyson, I have other places

I can go now,” Ivy snarled at me. Her words make me growl; how dare she think she can thre
aten me, threaten to leave me over something that is out of my control? I can„t force Abbie
back here.

Excuse me, Ivy?” I growled, trying to keep my blistering fiery rage under control.”

“You dare address the

Queen of the Landeena Kingdom so casually, King Kyson,” she spat at me. The words rolling
off her tongue were pure venom. Her anger was nearly as hot as mine as she glared at me.
“Is that so, Queen Ivy?” I asked her through clenched teeth. My entire body trembled, and I
was on serious verge of shifting. She only just learned of her title, and she was
already using it against me.

“Queen Azalea,” she snapped at me, and I lunged at her, trying to grab her, as Dustin stood
horrified behind her when he suddenly ripped
her back just as I shifted, losing complete control.

She dares challenge an Alpha King, her King! My hand

gripped Dustin„s shirt instead of her, and my nostrils flared as I panted, trying to regain som
e form of control, shocked I had lost it completely. Dustin remained utterly unmoving, and I
felt Damian„s hand fall on my shoulder when I heard Gannon groan behind me.

“Let him go, Kyson; you hurt him, and I will walk out those fucking doors and your life faster
than ! stepped in it,” Ivy snapped at me. Her hand gripping my wrist. I could feel the tremble
in it, making me look
at her. Her eyes were blazing with fury. Looking at her now with her eyes burning with so m
uch anger and fear, she honestly looked like her mother in this instance,

“We will speak in the room. Now go,” I tell her.

“No, I want to know about Ab,”

“Room Now!” | commanded, cutting her off, and I instantly felt terrible, and her anger blaste
d me as it slivered through me so cold and cutting like a knife„s edge. Yet she still wasn„t abl
e to fight my Alpha aura, not
yet, at least as she growled before the command forced her to turn around and storm off ba
ck to our room. It wasn„t
until Dustin sucked in a wheezing breath that I realized I was choking him with his uniform. I
let him go and he sucked in a deep breath.

“You know where you should be,” I tell him, and he hurries off after Ivy. Turning back to my
office, Damian takes a step back just as Gannon groans and gets to his feet. Moving around
the desk, grabbed him and shook him.

“Do you have any idea what you have just done?” I snarled.

“She had a right to know.” Gannon growled back. “You disobeyed a fucking order; I told you
not to get her involved,” I snapped at him.
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“And what about Abbie? Ivy may be the only one that can make Abbie see sense. Abbie trus
ts her,” he says.

“That may be so, but now you have just caused me a fucking headache. I didn„t want to deal
with this right now when she is so goddamn close to going into heat, and the bond has just
fucking forged. I had to fucking command her Gannon!”

“You didn„t have to do anything, Kyson. You chose to command her because you don„t like
being challenged, so don„t blame that on me.” Gannon spat at me.

He stunk heavily of alcohol, and I know he wasn„t in the right headspace, but that didn„t me
an he could get away with disobeying me and causing issues with my mate. I get he wants t
o vent his anger, but he did it the wrong way. We have laws even I have to abide by, and unt
il Abbie asks to come back, my hands were tied entirely unless I wanted a war with 80 nearb
y packs, and I already had enough enemies without adding them to that list.

“I know you are mad, but we can„t afford this crap right now. You want something
to do, go back to Silver Creek,” I snap at him. Gannon growls at me and tries to shake me of
f.

“I already got that bitch. She can„t walk, for god„s sake. What
the fuck else could I possibly do to her?”

“Not Daley, but make sure she is dead before you return home. But I have another job for y
ou while we wait for Abbie to come back.”

“No, Kyson, not while he is like this?” Damian said, and I smiled. They both think this
is over Mrs. Daley„s mistreatment, it is, but they still haven„t heard the worst of it yet. Lookin
g back at Gannon.

“You want revenge, then take it out on the butcher. Daley will know his name,” I tell him.

“The butcher?” Damian asks, and I nod and look at him over my shoulder.

“Yes, he„s Abbie„s rapist,” I growled before letting Gannon go. This would distract him until I
found a way to legally bring Abbie home. Gannon roared, his skin ripping off. He shifted so
quickly as the monster he could become came forward. He stood and snarled, his
chest pressed against mine.

“He did what to my Abbie?” Gannon snarled.

“I won„t repeat it, it wasn„t my

place to say, but I was planning to tell you, anyway. Find Daley, and you will know where to f
ind the butcher,”

“I„m not bringing him in,” Gannon warned, his eyes flickering and bleeding so hollow I knew
the butcher would wish for death long before he would receive it.

“He„s all yours,” I tell him before turning on my heel and walking out. I was halfway down th
e corridor when I heard the doors opening.

God have mercy on his soul because Gannon wouldn„t show him any; the man was a sadist
at heart and was the one I always sent when I needed information. He enjoyed their screams
, their pain, and relished in their blood. This man was about to learn who the real butcher wa
s.

Walking back to my quarters, 1 growled at Dustin, standing guard. The room was silent as I
approached, and I should have been warier of that as I entered. Not seeing
her until I shut the door, only to turn around and her hand connected with my face. Her cla
ws slashed at me and I clutched my

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face. Her claws tore into my leathery Lycan skin like a hot knife through butter.
Blood gushed from my face and sprayed across the door behind me.

“You commanded me!” she snarled at me while I clutched my cheek and eye. My body
rippled and my hands
clenched. “You bring Abbie back here, Kyson,” she growled, and I pulled my
hand from my face to look at her. She took a step back at the sight of what she did. My
face wasn„t healing quickly either. It stung and burned.

Her worry hit me like a tidal wave at what she

had done and fear of how I would react. She looked
at her fingertips, her claws still extended, coated with so much of my blood it dripped
from her fingertips.

“I didn„t mean it, I..” she went to apologize before her anger returned.

“You should have told me about Abbie!” she said as I blinked while trying to
clear my vision and keep
my cool. Ignoring her ranting, I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a face washer, wetting
it and dabbing the gashes that were bleeding everywhere. Forcing myself to shift back, it
still didn„t heal. Fuck!

Ivy follows me in and gasps at the sight of my face. Her claws were still extended, and I
knew she didn„t know how to retract them. It„s difficult when you„re angry and
until she calms down, I doubt they will. Her body was
foreign to her, and her lack of control over that form seemed as bad as mine.

“Get out!” I tell her, and she goes to say something.

“Azalea, go! Let me calm down. I don„t want to hurt

you, so please go back to the room,” I tell her, gripping the bench.

She growls. But she walks back out and closes the door. I have a funny feeling Abbie was ab
out
to cause huge issues between us. But now we both just needed to calm down before one of
us did something we couldn‟t undo and
I wasn„t about to risk the bond when I only just got it back.

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I left Kyson in the bathroom; I felt terrible for scratching him and hoped it healed quickly. W
alking back into the room, I closed the bathroom door behind me. Making my way back to t
he
bed, I snatched the phone from where I left it earlier and tried to call Abbie again, but somet
hing
was wrong with his phone because it wouldn„t even ring, just beeped in my ear before hangi
ng up.

My anxiety about not knowing what was going on with her made me itch. A nervous reactio
n I have always had that drives me insane. Trying
again, it was the same thing. My eyes moved to the bathroom, wanting to ask
him to fix his phone so, but also not wanting to argue with him again, so instead I walked to
the
door before growling as I opened it and realized I could walk past the damn threshold. I gro
wled angrily at his
command and my inability to fight it. Dustin, noticing me, walked over to me.

“Something is wrong with it. Can you fix it? I want to ring Abbie,” I tell him, and he takes the
phone from my hand. He fiddles with it and then tries to ring her, but the same thing.

“Her phone is off. It isn„t the King„s phone, but Abbie„s,” Dustin says, and my brows furrow w
orriedly.

“Try her again,” I tell him, but it was the same result.

“I„m sorry, my Queen, but her phone is definitely off,” Dustin tells
me. Why was it off? Nodding, I took the phone from him before closing the door; nausea rol
led over me, and I didn„t know if I wanted to throw up or throw something. My instincts wer
e all over the place, fear, anger at Kyson, anxiousness, all of it bubbling up and beginning to
spill over, and before I even registered what I had done, I through the phone, my hands
clenching into fists and fur started growing up my arms. I tried to stop
it, tried to regain control. .

Kyson
opened the bathroom door at the same time I tossed the phone at it, his reflexes so much q
uicker and more controlled than mine, as he snatched it from the air before
it smashed into the bathroom door. He looked at the phone, and I noticed his face
healed now but surprisingly left
faint scarring down his face. Kyson growls before pocketing it while I am trying not to shift.

My wrists and ankles

cracked as the urge became overwhelming, and I had no idea how to stop it. “You need to c
alm down,” Kyson says. That was easy for him to say, another thing entirely to actually do, es
pecially when it came to Abbie. I was out of my mind with worry.
Clutching the dresser, my claws slipped out of my fingertips, scratching into the mahogany–
stained wood. “Azalea, do you want help, or are you shifting?” Kyson asks while I try to breat
he through my fingers, stretching and growing longer. It was so odd hearing him use anoth
er name for me, but I preferred the name. Ivy was weak. I no longer wanted to
be lvy, but I also didn„t want to look weak by asking him for help because I really didn„t want
to shift. It took ages for me to shift back last time.

The
heat of his body pressed against my back. My claws sliced through the wood, and I felt my c
anines elongate painfully. The stretching and moving of
bones grossed me out but were nowhere near as painful as my first shift, but still unpleasant
.

“Do you want help?” Kyson asks as his hands fall on

my hips, and he tugs me flush against him. I

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growl and nod. “Please,” I grit out through

clenched teeth, knowing I would be stuck in my Lycan form without his help until my body s
hifted back on its own. So I allow it and melt against him when he purrs, the calling washing
over me, making goosebumps rise on my flesh, and everything nerve endings buzzed, wanti
ng to rub myself all over him. The urge to shift left as he held me against him.

“We will get Abbie back. We just have to be patient,” Kyson purrs next to my ear.

“You should have told me,” I snapped before purring anger and lust mingling and blurring t
he lines between both emotions, fighting a war within me.

“So you could be like this and worry about something you can„t control?” Kyson asks.

“You„re the king. You can order him to return her.”

“And start a war for the abuse of power. Just because I can, doesn„t mean it is allowed. I may
be King Azalea, but we live by the law, and the werewolf council members would look for a
ny reason to take down a Lycan Royal. I can„t break the laws which I created. She needs to le
ave on her own.”

“But is she safe?”

“You spoke with her the other day,” Kyson answers with a sigh.

“Then why is Gannon upset?” Kyson growls, his arm tightening around my torso before tugg
ing me toward the bed.

“Alpha Kade has a wife and kids that Abbie doesn„t know about, also a few
girlfriends on the side,” Kyson tells me.

“And you let her go with him!” I snarled, turning in his arm and shoving him off.

“Gannon tried to tell her she wouldn„t listen”

“Then you should have

told me. I would have convinced her. She would listen to me,” I yell at him, my anger spewin
g over and fur grows over my arms, my neck cracks. Kyson„s calling grows stronger, and I clo
se my eyes, trying to catch my breath and calm down.

“You can speak with her on the phone. If she says yes, I will send Gannon to go get her, but
until then, love, my hands are tied.”

“You„re a fucking king. Order the council to be okay with it!”

“I can„t do that. I will have every pack breathing down my neck if I do. Just because I am Kin
g doesn„t mean I can make my own rules as I go Azalea. Do you think I don„t want to do tha
t? Gannon is one of my best friends. I don„t want to see him hurting just as much as you don
„t want to see Abbie hurting, but my fucking hands are tied.”

“Hurting? What do you mean, Abbie is hurting?” Kyson sighs and pinches the bridge of his
nose.

“The chest pain, her pain is caused by his infidelity, not something being wrong with her. Th
e mate bond can feel it. But you two girls were never taught any of this sort of stuff, so she t
hinks there is something wrong with her, but it„s because Kade is screwing other women wh
o aren„t his mate,” || growl, my anger emblazoned and so hot I wanted to hurt something.

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“Shh, calm down. You can convince her to come home. She only needs to reject him, and it i
s all over. She can come home then. I promise we will get her back” Kyson says, his hands sli
ding up my arms and rubbing them as he steps closer.

“Her phone is off” I tell him, and he sighs. I will ring Kade and ask him to get her to ring you,
” Kyson says. He steps away, pulling the phone I threw from his pants pocket. I follow him o
ver to the bed as he climbs in it.

Kyson dials his number, and I crawl onto the bed when he pats his chest. With a sigh, I lay do
wn, placing my head on his chest. I listen to the phone ting, and it doesn„t take long before K
ade answers it, and Kyson puts it on the loudspeaker, so I can hear better without straining
my cars,

“Good afternoon, my King” Kade answers, his voice rather chirpy, and I growled when Kyson„s
hand clamped over my mouth,

“Kade. Abbie isn„t answering her phone” Kyson says.

“Oh, yes, she dropped it in the sink by accident. It got wet; I have ordered a new phone for h
er” Kade replies,

“Are you with her now?”

“Ah no, I am working, She is at the packhouse with my Cassandra”

“So you told her about Cassandra?” Kyson asks.

“Of course, she was shocked but accepting since we have a kids together, they have been get
ting on great.” My brows furrowed, and the growl that left me was loud and unable to be stifl
ed with just his hand as I reached for the phone, wanting to demand to speak with her. Kyso
n moves, rolling on top of me and nipping at my neck, the calling seeping into me louder, fo
rcing me to relax beneath him.

“You seem to have your hands full, my King” Kade says with a laugh.

“Hmm, well, I want Abbie to ring this number as soon as possible. I have a mate missing her
friend and very concerned after learning you were already married, and with them being so cl
ose, I am sure you can imagine how upset Ivy was to learn her friend ran off with a married
man.”
“Oh, Cassandra was fine with it. They will be like sister wives in no time”

“My mate„s concern is for Abbie, not your wife. Have Abbie call us, or I will be coming down
with Ivy to see her.”

“Oh, no need. Abbie is perfectly fine, I will have her ring you in the morning when I return ho
me.”

“Video call, I mouth to Kyson, who presses his lips in a line.

“Get her to video call, or we will come to visit” Kyson tells him.

“Certainly,
my King. First thing after the ladies get the kids ready for school, I will ensure she calls,” Kad
e says, and I glare at the phone, wanting to snatch it off him and yell at Kade. I didn„t like his
tone of voice, something off, or maybe I was just too
angry with the man because he tricked Abbie

“Very well, speak soon” Kyson says, hanging up. He leans over and places the phone on the
bedside table before looking down at me. I push on his chest, and he exhales, but rolls
off me,

*You will speak to her tomorrow, okay? He wouldn„t put her on if something was wrong, and
she is non aware, he said she was okay with it.”

“I Know Abbie, and there is no way she would be okay sharing her mate or being lied to.”

“Well, we„ll see tomorrow, won„t we?” Kyson says. I growl, and he rolls on
his side, tugging me closer.

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“I don„t want you checking out my guard, Azalea,” Kyson growls.

“I wasn„t, but come to think of it, Damian is nice looking too,” I tease, seeing him become je
alous. I had no interest in any of them. And none were as gorgeous as Kyson.

“Oh, and..” Kyson growls, and I laugh.

“Say one more, and I will put you over my knee,” the
King growls, yet his words didn‟t scare me, though they sent a thrill through me, wondering
if he actually would.

“Gannon„s alright, too. I can see why Abbie likes

him,” I snickered. He leaped over the table, his growl ripping through the
air as he landed on top of me, making me laugh.

“Are you teasing, my Queen, because if you„re not, I may

have to kill my entire guard to stop your wandering eyes,” he says, pinning my hands to
the floor while he nips at my lips and rolls his hips against me.

“You can„t kill your guard because they don„t just belong to you. Besides, Dustin is my guard
, not yours, so you can„t kill him,” I tell him.

“So not only are you claiming your title back, you are now claiming my guard? Anything else
, my Queen?” he asks, and I purse my lips.

“Hmm, I am yet to claim my King. I think I will claim him too,” I tell him. The King growls, an
d his lips press against mine hungrily.
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My bond
flared to life as he pressed his entire body against mine. His tongue dominated mine, tasting
every inch of my mouth, his skin
against mine made my whole body tingle, his scent invaded my nose, and a purr escaped m
e as I kissed him back with the same desire. I wanted to mark him, the bond screaming for
me to tie him to me. My canines slip out, nicking his lips, and he growls, rolling his
hips against me when there is suddenly a knock on the door.

Kyson pulled his lips from mine and growled at the disturbance. I tilted my head to look at t
he door and sighed as he climbed off me to answer it. He spoke in a hushed voice to someo
ne before shutting the door and walking back over to me.

“What is it?” I asked, seeing the troubled expression on his face.

“Another body turned up?” “A child?” I asked, but he shook his

head. “No, a woman„s body. I need to go speak with the pack who located the body.” “I„ll co
me with you,” I tell him, getting to my feet. But he shook his head.

“I won„t be gone
long an hour tops; I am not going to the scene; I will let Damian handle that,” Kyson tells me
, and I sighed.

“It isn„t something

you want to see; I won„t be very long. Eat. Hopefully, I will be back before you fall asleep. Du
stin is outside the door, so if you need anything, just call out to him,” Kyson tells me before
bending down and kissing the top of my head. He walks into the walk–
in closet and pulls on a black top and denim jacket before leaving.

After he left, I ate

my dinner before grabbing the tablet to fiddle with the writing and reading apps. And playi
ng with the text and voice commands. Thad to call in Dustin twice to fix the tablet
when I went into something I couldn„t get back out of.
Grabbing my dessert off the tray, I went and sat on the bed, my
back aching from being hunched over sitting on the floor in front of the fire. However, once
again, I was beginning to feel sick. The bond had me yearning for my mate, and I felt
terribly ill. I squirmed, my stomach turning, and I ran for the bathroom.

Sweat glistened on my skin as I broke out in a cold sweat. Rinsing my mouth, I went
and lay down and crawled under
the blankets. Hours passed, and I couldn„t sleep, tossing and turning until I heard the door o
pen, and Kyson quietly entered the room. I had the lights off, hoping sleep would take
me, only it never did. Kyson, noticing I am still awake, comes over
and presses his hand to my head.

“You feel warm,” he murmurs.

“Do you feel hot?” I shook my head; I felt like I was freezing, despite the sweat that drenche
d me.

“I tried to get back as soon as I could; I thought you were sick; you felt off through the bond
. Must be your heat coming on,” Kyson says before sniffing the air, and I watch his brows
pinched together.

“You don„t smell like you‟re coming into heat, and your scent isn„t affecting me, though,” he
mumbled to himself. I wrinkle my nose as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine, and he c
huckles,

“Sorry, the Alpha I met with is a chain smoker,” he says with a laugh.

“You smell like an ashtray.” I tell him.

“I will go shower, but I think i might call in a doctor to check you over,” he says. I shake
my head, not wanting to be prodded and poked by any doctors or stuck with needles. Besid
es, I was sure it had to be the bond.

“No, I think it„s the bond; I felt sick not long after you left,” I
murmured, trying to close my eyes, which felt scratchy, like sandpaper. Kyson growls and do
esn„t seem to like my answer but nods, anyway.
“I will
be quick,” he whispers, and I nod to him, tugging the surrounding blankets higher, trying to
warm up. Just as he was about to leave, I called back out, wanting to know about the girl tha
t was found, remembering why he left in the first place.

*The woman?” I ask, and he stops and quickly sits back on the bed.

“A rogue again, however, this one we found ID on, or a form of ID anyway,

a library card” Kyson answers.

“Was she a sex slave?”

We aren„t sure, but we think so. She had a heap of condoms

in her handbag, a few miscellaneous items, no wallet but tucked in the back of her handbag;
we found the library card, though it was rather old and in a different state,”

“Next of kin?” I asked. Kyson shakes his head.

“Unsure. Damian was going

to see if the library still existed. We only have a name. The card was
really old, and we could only make out the first name, Blaire,” he tells me, and I nod.

He hops off the bed and makes his way into

the bathroom, and the light hurts my eyes, making me squint at the brightness. Yet the moti
on of him climbing off the bed made me queasy as his weight made it dip and spring back,

I lay there for a few minutes until his scent wafted out the open door with steam. I wiggle to
the edge because my instincts want me to go to
him, My teeth chattered, and goosebumps spread across
my body the moment I pulled the blanket off. My hair was drenched in sweat and sticking to
my face.

I climb out of bed and stagger to the bathroom, wanting his scent, knowing it would reduce
the churning in my stomach. The bond
crying out for him to ease my discomfort. My vision blurred as I made my way into
the bathroom and black dots flickered before my eyes. I could hear my own breathing in my
head, each breath becoming harder to take
as I forced myself to breathe. Stumbling almost blindly with my hands outstretched when ha
nds gripped my arms. Tingles spread up my arms,
“Azalea?” Kyson called, and I clutched my stomach.

“I don„t feel good,” I told him, my voice barely audible to my own ears, and bile pooled
and filled my mouth. The taste was terrible, and I gagged before throwing up everywhere. K
yson jumps, not expecting it before a wave of dizziness washes over me and everything
goes black. The King screaming out for Dustin vaguely
reached my ears before I no longer felt anything,

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Kyson POV

I paced outside the small infirmary, the doctor having kicked me out because I was becomin
g aggressive as they poked and prodded her and jabbed her with needles.

Dustin was inside with her because I felt like wringing the doctor„s neck every time she woul
d cry out. Especially when he shoved a tube down her throat to pump her stomach, and she
woke abruptly. It caused me to shift and grab the man. Seeing the frantic look on her face p
ushed me over the edge.

kept slipping in and out of consciousness and freaking out each time she came to.

“Any news yet?” Damian asked as I paced out front of the door. I growled and shook my hea
d as he approached, and Damian sighed.

“They locked you out?” I nodded. Too angry to answer when the brown
door suddenly opened, and the pack doctor from the small town outside the castle gates wa
lked out. He scrubbed his hand down his face and through his mud-
brown hair. The doctor watched me warily, straightening his white coat before he stepped
closer to Damian. His eyes glazed over as he mind linked
my Beta. Clearly frightened while I was in my Lycan form; however, I was focused and in cont
rol. So it irritated me that he addressed him first when she was my mate.

“Are you sure?” Damian asked him.

“Positive, her blood work showed it, and so

did her stomach contents,” I snarled, making Doctor Rick jump. He hid behind my Beta, his e
yes wide with terror.
“What„s wrong with her?” I demanded. Dr. Rick hands me her paperwork with shaky hands, a
nd I snatch it, staring at it, but it looks gibberish to me.

“Fucking answer me,” I snarled, shaking the papers at him, commanding him.

“She has ingested poison. We found it in her system, my King,” he stuttered.

“Poison? Someone poisoned my mate?” I asked, startled. I didn„t expect that to be the answ
er.

“Kyson, calm down and keep your head,” Damian snapped at me, and
I glared at him. How could he say that when someone tried to poison his Queen?

“What sort of poison?” Damian asks.

“Water hemlock and wolfsbane were in her system. I would check who is working in the kitc
hens or, more importantly, with the Queen„s food. I sent Dustin up
earlier to check your food, my King. It was untouched, but the bowl of fruit had traces of
both plants in it. Azalea was targeted specifically,” Doctor Rick tells me.

“I want all kitchen staff in the kitchen within

ten minutes. Send all of my guards to wake them and bring them down; no one is to be una
ccounted for,” I tell Damian.

“I will send out the alert,” Damian

says, and I watch his eyes glaze over as he mind links everyone.

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“Is she awake?” I ask, turning my attention to the doctor.

“No, my King. We have given her something to counteract the poison. She should be fine wi
thin a couple of hours,” the doctor tells me.

“Tell Dustin to remain with her until I return,” I tell him, stalking
off toward the kitchen where everyone will be meeting.” I was furious, and I now
had a traitor among my staff, one that had tried to hurt Azalea. Now I had
to figure out who was in charge of her food.
Clarice was the first to walk in, rubbing
her eyes and dressed in her floral nightgown. Her hair was in rollers; she yawned before
flicking the lights on and jumping when she noticed me
standing in the kitchen center leaning against one of the steel tables.

My anger refused to let me shift back, and I could see she was startled by my presence but r
egained her composure
quickly. All the guards were warned not to tell the kitchen staff about the meeting. Damian
quickly marked her name off as he stepped in with the folder containing a list of the
kitchen employees, but Clarice was far from a suspect. I trusted Clarice with my life and Azal
ea„s, but she would be able to tell me who cooked our meals tonight and who was stationed
on since she handled the kitchen rosters.

“My King? What is this about?” she asked, looking at me worriedly, trying to fight the yawn I
see taking over her. She failed to contain it and covered her mouth, yawning loudly.

Damian waves her forward to speak with her while I watch the 30 kitchen
staff members file into the room wearing pajamas, looking confused and dazed at the late–
night wake–up call. They all line up the room, filling quickly
with the number of people in here.

My personal guard stood by all entrances, blocking the exits. They

spoke among themselves in hushed whispers, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Who was in charge of cooking the King and Queen„s meals tonight?”

“Me, always me Beta Damian. I don„t let anyone else cook for them. Why?” Clarice asked.

“Azalea„s food was poisoned, and we don„t think it was the first time she was sick also on th
e night of her shift, they found water hemlock and wolfsbane in her system,”

“Is she alright?” Clarice asked, becoming instantly alert, and her eyes flicked in my direction.

“Yes, but we need to know who was in

the kitchen when you were cooking, who had access to her food,” Damian explained. She no
dded her head.

“Only eight of us,” she answered quickly.

“Point them out for me,” Damian tells her, and she grabs the staff schedule off the wall, whic
h had everyone„s time sheets. She pointed out everyone, and I let Damian interview them w
hile the others stood around nervously before I commanded them one by one to answer. H
oping to weed out any liars, but we found none. Besides Clarice and Azalea„s guards, no one
went near her food. Turning to Clarice since she was the only one I had not commanded to
answer, she sighed.

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“It„s okay, my King, I know you have to,” she says, focusing on me. I felt terrible. Clarice had
been with me since I was a kid, and I knew she never would, but I wasn„t going
to trust blindly when it came to my mate. My guards were under oath to protect my mate a
nd future Queen and couldn„t go against

the promise; there was no way they could even if they wanted to.

“I„m sorry, but I have to be sure?” I tell her, and she nods her head in understanding. Clarice
was the oldest of my staff, besides Tanner, the gardener. My command dropped all the kitch
en staff in the room to their knees because they could not fight it. A king„s command is excr
uciating when used at full strength.

I swallow and nod to Damian, who grips her arms, so she doesn„t hit the ground as the rest
did. He looked away, and I knew he felt terrible: he loved Clarice like a mother. I am sure eve
ryone in the castle did since she raised most of us when she was still my nanny when I was a
small boy; she had been by my side since I was a toddler. She raised half of those
here in this room alongside me, everyone here taking their parents„ places within the castle
walls when they retired.

“Did you poison my mate?” I asked her, commanding the answer out of her. She shrieked an
d dropped, but Damian
gripped her tighter. Tears sprang in my eyes, and she shook her head, gasping. “No, my Kin
g,” she rasped out.

“Do you know who did it?” I asked, and she screamed, the sound so agonizing some of the
staff broke down, and others covered their ears. I cupped her face in my hands and brushed
her tears away with my thumbs.

“No, my King,” she answered.

“Do you suspect who might have tried?” I ask her, tears slipping down my cheeks, and she cr
ies out before looking around at her kitchen staff. “No, my King,” I sigh, dropping the comm
and. She panted, her face flushed, trying to catch her breath, and Damian rubbed her arms.„

“It„s okay, Son. I know you had to,” she whispers, clutching my hands in her shaking ones. H
er words didn„t make me feel any better about using it on her.

“When I find out who did it, I will not just punish them for what they did to Azalea; they will
get double for making me hurt the woman who
raised me,” I assure her. She nods, and Trey rushes over, grabbing her arms,
and Damian let her go before getting her a glass of water and helping her hold the cup to h
er lips so she can drink.

“Help her back to her room,” I tell Trey, and he nods his head quickly.

“One minute,” I said, stopping him.

“All the food. Where have the orders been going out to?” I ask her.

“The fruit is from here, obviously, the rest ordered in from town and the usual shipments we
receive,” she answers. She points a shaking finger toward the back wall.

“All order forms are pinned over there, Kyson,” she says. A few of the kitchen staff gasped at
the casual way she addressed me. Clarice in front of staff always called me by my title excep
t when Azalea was around or my guards. Clarice recognizes what she did and quickly correct
s herself, but I shake my head.

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“You know you can call me anything you want, Clarice,” I tell her.

“I know,” she says, and the kitchen staff looked relieved that she wasn„t being punished for it
. Not that I ever would punish her for the casual use
of my name or anyone for that matter, not that I would tell them that. Everyone slips up fro
m time to time, but considering the woman who used to change my diapers when I was a b
aby, Clarice had earned her the right to call me whatever she wanted and has never been afr
aid to scold me either.
Damian fetches the paperwork down and the kitchen inventory lists from the noticeboard at
the back of the kitchen where Clarice pointed.

“Everyone
is dismissed for now,” I tell them, allowing them back to bed. Damian hands the documents
to me, and I shake my head. “You handle it; I want
to go check my mate,” I tell him, and he nods before following me
out and back to the infirmary. When I entered, Dustin was sitting beside her in a chair while
holding her hand, rubbing circles on its back with his thumb. He quickly stood, but I shook
my head. He looked terrible, and I knew guilt was eating at him.

“Has she woken up yet?” I ask him.

“Briefly, she asked for you,” he answers, and I nod, brushing her hair from her face.

“Did you find who did it?” he asked, and I shook my head.

“No, but until I do,”

“Until we
do, I will be cooking all the King„s and Queen„s meals,” Damian says, cutting me off. I was ab
out to say I would do it.

“I will be. You are to stay with our Queen at all times.”

“Fine, you‘re a better cook than me anyway.” I tell him, and he chuckles before sitting at the
desk in the corner, going over the paperwork he retrieved from the kitchen. I look down at
Azalea, and my body starts relaxing, and I suddenly shift back abruptly. Dustin clears his thro
at, averting his gaze before standing up.

“I will get you some clothes,” he says, exiting quickly. Damian laughed.

“The only time I see that man blush is when one of us stands naked in front
of him,” Damian says, unfazed by nudity. Not like we hadn„t seen each other plenty of times
before. I was confident every person within the castle grounds had caught sight of me nake
d at some point. I take his seat before grabbing her hand and kissing it
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Gannon POV

Liam came with me. I had to make sure whoever I brought with me had a strong stomach to
handle what I had planned for the bastard that touched my Abbie.

Liam was part of the guard, and the man had an iron gut, but half the time, you never realiz
ed he was there; the man was silent as the night when he wanted to be. He was also just as f
ucked up in the head as me, probably why we got along so well. He was also the only perso
n who knew my mate before I came to work as Kyson„s personal guard.

I never spoke about my past. It haunted me, but out of everyone, Liam and I had no secrets;
he even helped me cover up what I did. Kyson was aware something had happened, yet I do
n„t think he truly knows what or who she was to me.

Kyson, Damian, and Liam were my best

friends, but I knew some things Kyson and Damian would look at me
poorly for, especially after what I did to her, so I never told them. However, I was pretty sure
they suspected something was up because I never showed interest in looking for my mate, a
nd that was because I had already found her.

I met Sia twenty years ago, and she was a normal she–wolf. She
rejected me the same day I met her. The only issue was. Lycans can„t be rejected. The bond
doesn„t just go away for us. The bond doesn„t end until one is dead.

Even so, it took twenty years after her death for the bond to die out completely, something I
never thought would happen. I assumed I was stuck with longing for a bond that didn„t wa
nt me and was dead and buried for her betrayal. A betrayal I
couldn„t look past. I held out hope she would come to her senses. That was when I learned
werewolves could reject their mates. One difference between our species
became so obvious to me the day she did it.

Tronic, she could reject me and feel nothing toward me while I would be left
pining for her and feeling her betrayal. After a year of it, I killed her. Liam here helped me de
stroy the evidence. And I knew Kyson and Damian would have forgiven me for it or convince
d me to hold off longer, but I didn„t want their pity; I didn„t want their concern when it wasn‟
t needed; I had it handled.

Or
so I thought. It made me cold and unfeeling, and I detached from everyone. The only time I
felt anything was when Kyson would send me to do the jobs nobody wanted, and usually, Li
am came with me for those jobs; I relished it, relished their screams, and eventually grew an
appetite for it.

Then Abbie came along, but I didn„t want her screams; I wanted her. I wanted her love, and I
had never wanted another woman since Sia and was content forever to be alone. Yet, she st
irred up feelings | thought I was no longer capable of from the moment she came into my q
uarters by mistake, an obsession which I wasn„t sure was healthy but still better than the voi
d I have felt for the last twenty plus years.

“So we are going back for that headmistress?” Liam asked, and I looked over at the man. He
had a massive scar down one side of his face that went from his hairline to his chin. Liam wa
s almost blind. in that eye, which is funny considering he was our best gunman.

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Like the rest of us Lycan men, he appeared to be in his mid–

thirties, but he was nearly 90 years ol young considering how old I was. Not that we had mu
ch use for guns, but they made things easi than risking the king when he traveled.

“Her and another,” I answered him as he unrolled his knife pouch to make sure he brought t
hem a

“Who else?” he asked as he ran his thumb down the blade and let
it slice his thumb as he tested h sharp it was.

“The butcher when we find out who he is,”

“A butcher?” he chuckled. “Well, that is interesting. I wonder how he will feel when he realize
s it will his meat you„re cutting into,” Liam says, glancing at me and smirking.

“So the Alpha and his mutt son know we are coming?” Liam asks.
“Nope, but I have the paperwork if they kick up a fuss.”

“To bring him in?” he asked, and I snorted and smiled.

“Well, I suppose they wouldn„t have sent you if it was as simple as taking them in,” he says, r
olling the pouch back up.

“So what did he do to the King?” Liam asked.

“Not the King, Abbie,” I told him, and he exhaled before pushing his fringe from his eyes.

“That„s your girl, right? The one you buy that candy for all the time?”

“Yep, when I get her back,” I tell him, and I would get her back even if I had to
go behind Kyson„s back; / wasn„t losing
her. But for now, I would wait like he asks to see what he comes up with.

I knew he would have to, Ivy, Azalea. I

heard the call go out earlier in the night about her title
change, yet I was used to calling her Ivy. I nearly choked on my spit that he would allow
it, but I think he would allow
anything she requested if she batted her eyelashes at him. She would learn he was putty in
his hands. She just needed to recognize that.

Going at Kyson headstrong wouldn„t get her anywhere, but she had other ways to get what
she wanted. She just needed to come out of her shell and play on that, which I know Kyson
was dreading when she figured that out.

He knows he is screwed when she does, especially with her bloodline. Landeena„s were kno
wn to have certain gifts, so it would be interesting to see if she inherited any of
those traits. She had her mother„s eyes, so it would be interesting to see if she received her
mother„s abilities or would she inherit her father„s? Time would tell.

“So, what did he do?” Liam asked. I growl at his words and he nods.

“Enough said,” he says. We

spent the rest of the drive in silence. The long windy roads were boring, and I pulled over an
d swapped with Liam when
I felt myself nodding off. By the time we arrived, it was the early morning hours, the sun just
creeping above the trees of the sleepy town.

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Liam smacked my chest, which is what woke me, and I was instantly alert as I
saw the town limits as he drove in.

“Orphanage first,” I tell him, and he nods, heading straight for it. I leaned over into the back,
tugging my jacket out of the bag. The morning air was a little chilly this morning. We pulled
up out of the front of the building.

The place needed to be condemned, though someone had

built a ramp for the old bitch to get in now that she would spend the rest of her life in a whe
elchair. However, she wouldn„t have to worry about the future because hers ends today.

He pulls over to the curb, and I climb out of the car, shutting the door gently. No children w
ere awake; I could tell because no noise came from the place. So I knew that everyone was s
till tucked into their beds. I step over the small brick fence out the front and hear Liam open
the trunk.

“Not needed here; there are children here,” I tell him.

“So what are we doing here, then?” he asks.

“Grabbing the old bat, getting a name and leaving,” I

tell him, and he sighs but shuts the trunk. I continue to the door and knock, waiting to see
if anyone answers. No one does, but it was only early, so I wouldn„t be surprised
if Mrs. Daley was the only adult here. Walking around the back of the building, however. I fo
und the back door unlocked and shook my head. Stepping
inside, it was colder inside the orphanage than it was outside.

“Fuck, it„s like the artic in here,” Liam snarls.

“I„m assuming she would no

longer live upstairs,” I tell him, looking at the beaten spiral staircase.

“Not unless the old bat grew wings and can now fly,” Liam laughed.
“Oh, she will fly alright,” I tell him, walking
through the bottom level, looking for where she may have had her room moved to. It was th
e sounds of banging around that alerted me to which one. It sounded
like she fell out of bed, and her annoying screeching voice
as she cursed made my upper lip pull back
over my teeth as I pushed open the door. The room stunk of piss and shit.

“Fuck me, we haven„t even touched her, and she already shit herself,” Liam chuckled, and he
r head snapped up to look at us from where she was trapped beside her bed, her wheelchair
overturned. Her eyes go wide, and she cowers away.

“Haven„t you done enough?” she said, visibly shaking.

“Nope, but I will make it quick. All I need

is a name,” I tell her, gripping her shoulders while Liam turns the wheelchair upright. I lift her
, dropping her into the seat, and she clutches the armrests.

“How about a nice cup of tea, love? You look rather parched. I make an outstanding brew,” L
iam says, grabbing the handles and steering her out.

“There are children here,” she says, flinching as she passes me when
I hold the door open for him to push her out.

“Well, it wouldn„t be an orphanage without children?” I told her, following behind as he took
her to the kitchen. Liam zips around the kitchen, and I shake my head. He liked the theatrics
, and I know he was

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just easing her into her death.

“What have I done this time? What did the king order you to do to me?” she asked, her lips
quivering.

Liam chuckles, finding

an apron and putting it on before flicking the kettle on. “The children will be up any minute;
I have to start making their breakfast soon,” she claims. Liam snorts.
“You, you can„t even reach the bench. What use would you be in a kitchen?” Liam asks her a
nd her eyes prick with tears.

“Either way, today you will be put out of your misery, so you answer
honestly I will make it quick, you don„t,” Liam turns quickly, plunging a knife
into her hand, his other hand clamping over her mouth as her eyes widen and she screams.

“Get the idea?” I ask her, folding my arms over

my chest and glaring at her. She wheezed, her withered old face bright red as she stared at
her hand, the knife all the way through to the handle and
stabbing through the wooden armrest.

“Oh right, forgot,” Liam says, ripping it out.

“Ah, none of that, you„re a big girl” Liam scolds when her mouth opens to scream, the sound
shrill, as it quickly dies out when he waves the knife in front of her face. He then cleans it on
the apron around his waist. “Need to get me one of these,” he says, admiring
the floral apron.

“Do you have one with skulls instead of flowers? I am not

complaining, though.” Mrs. Daley shakes her head, tears falling down her cheeks and her m
outh wide open. She reminds me of one of
those clowns at the carnival where you pop the balls into their mouth.

“Never mind, I will just keep this one. Suits me right,” Liam taunts, wiggling his jean–
clad ass at the withered woman. “Does it make my ass look big?” he asks, and I shake my he
ad, trying not to laugh as he parades around the kitchen. She shook her head.

“Now that was a lie, wasn„t it? It„s alright. I will let that one slide. One sugar or two?” he asks;
she just stared at him wide–eyed.

“You look like two. Let„s make it three, though. You seem like a bitter bitch,” he says, turning
back to make coffee.

Liam hands me mine when he is done making them, and I sip

it, watching Mrs. Daley hiss when he forces the cup into her injured hand.

“Bottoms up; it is nice and hot. Don„t want it to go cold,” he says, sipping his own. “Ah, now
that„s a nice brand. What is
that?” he asks, looking back at the counter. It was some expensive coffee, from the looks of i
t.

“Hmm, where did you order this?” He asks.

“Online,” she stutters out.

“Good, you can write down the site before I kill you,” he says. Mrs. Daley whimpers and poin
ts to the fridge where a card was stuck to the board up top. Liam walks over and plucks it of
f.

“Well, that was easy,” he says before pocketing the card with the same name–
branded label as the

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coffee jar. Mrs. Daley sipped her coffee like it would delay the inevitable, and we decided to
entertai her. Liam kept making small talk with her until I finished mine, and I placed my mug
in the sink and washed it before putting it to dry. Turning around, I leaned on the counter a
nd watched the woman shake like a leaf as she watched Liam.

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“So I hear you have a mighty fine butcher in town,” Liam asks her, and her hand freezes as s
he goes to tip the cup to her lips; I watch her gulp.

“Now that looks like a guilty face, now doesn„t, brother?” Liam says, nudging me.

“Very guilty. Do you have something to confess, love, want to get it off your chest before y
ou meet your maker?„ Liam taunts.

“What do you mean?” she says, and I click my tongue.

“I was hoping to do this the easy way. I am not here for you, but if you want to be difficult, I
need a little practice, anyway, I haven„t sliced and diced for a while,” I tell her, holding my ha
nd out for Liam„s knives.

He pulls the rolled-

up leather pouch from inside his leather jacket pocket, handing it to me. I roll it out along th
e bench, picking them up and
showing her each one, and Mrs. Daley begins to sweat, her eyes flicker between us; Liam smi
les sadistically, and I turn to her.

“Which one?” I ask her. She shakes her head, clutching her mug, but Liam takes it
from her.

“I never.. I had to feed the children. It was only the one time... she probably doesn„t even re
member....” She started stuttering.

“I want a name,„ I tell her, picking up the boning knife. I turn it between my fingers
before moving toward her. Her blood pooled around her feet from
her hand. Her lip quivered as I stopped in front of her. I touched the back of the blade to
her cheek and slid it down to her chin before tilting her head up to look at me with it.

“Name or the ear goes first, then the toes, then I will de–glove your hand,„ I tell her calmly. I
had every intention of doing just that if she didn„t answer. Her horrified gaze met my cold, g
ray eyes. She knew wasn„t lying.

“Doyle Mathews,” she blurted.

“Address?” I ask.

“3 Lincoln Way,

“Wife, children we should know about?” I ask, but she shakes her head.

“Figures a pig like that would have no family,” Liam sneers.

“Go check it out and load him up,„ I tell Liam, who ducks out quickly. While he was gone, I cl
eaned
up the blood on the floor and wrapped Mrs. Daley„s hand in case any of the children woke u
p.

Liam was gone for about twenty minutes when my phone rang. I pulled it from my pocket ju
st as a little
girl came down the steps, rubbing her eyes. Reaching for a tea towel, I covered Mrs. Daley„s
wrapped hand.
“Yep,” I answered the call, watching the child as she walked down the stairs. She looked up,
hearing my voice, and I waved to her before
kicking the wheelchair. Mrs. Daley smiles fakery and waves to her, earning a strange look fro
m the child who waved briefly as she stepped off the last step.

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“Got him on my way back,” Liam informs me.

“The trunk?”

“Nope, he showed me to his store; he is tied to a chair in the cold room,” Liam laughed.

“Even better,” I tell him, hanging up.

“And what is your name?” I ask the little

girl when she remains frozen on the step. I could hear more kids moving around upstairs.

“Kimmy, sir,” she says, and I bend down, scooping her up.

“Are you hungry? What do you usually have for breakfast?” I ask her, and her brows furrow,
and she yawns again, her tummy rumbling.

“No breakfast since Abbie and Ivy left, Sir. You came with the King?” she whispered into my
ear. I nod and look at Mrs. Daley, who drops her head. I growled before turning my attentio
n to the girl; her hair looked like a haystack on her head, some parts matted
like it hadn„t been brushed for a long time.

“What did they usually make?” I asked her.

“Pancakes, but Mrs. Daley can„t get the flour from the basement, and the bag is too heavy,”

“Right, I will get the flour. You go do whatever it is you kids do in the morning,”

“Can we watch cartoons?” she asks before her eyes go to Mrs. Daley, who purses her lips.

“Yep, and make sure you turn the volume all

the way up,” I tell her, setting her on her feet just as a few more kids start rushing down.
It took minutes before the place was filled with chatter, and I ducked down to the basement
and found the flour, No wonder none of them could
carry it. I could tell they had tried because flour was poured on the floor like they had been s
cooping it out of the bag with cups. I shake my head, grab a fresh 20 kg bag, and head up t
he steps.

Liam walks in just as I drop the bag on the bench. “What„s with the flour? You gonna batter t
he old bag?” Liam laughs.

“Kids are hungry,” I tell him, turning my attention to Mrs. Daley.

“When do staff come in?” I ask Mrs. Daley.

“Katrina comes in at lunch,” she says.

“Call her in early,” I tell her, and Liam hands her his phone. She dials the number and does a
s she is told while Liam goes out to count heads to know how many pancakes to make.

“Who wants pancakes?” I hear him scream out and all the kids cheer.

“Alright, alright, settle down. Uncle Liam is going to make them, so settle down and watch y
our dancing puppet show,” I hear him say just as a little boy stumbles down the steps with a
blanket dragging behind him.

“103, fuck me, that„s a lot of pancakes,” Liam says, coming back in before his eyes go to the
boy. I sniff the air, realizing he is a rogue and Mrs. Daley growls before realizing who
is standing next to her, and I glare at her, making her drop her head and flinch away.

The boy cowers and whimpers and runs from her, heading back up the stairs, but I grab the
back of his pants, plucking him off
the steps. He was only about three years old and wore holey pajama pants and had no shirt;
he was covered in goosebumps and holding a filthy blanket.
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His little arm had a bruise, and he cried

when I grabbed him like he thought I was about to hurt him. “Shh, shh. What„s your name?”
I asked him, yet he eyed Mrs. Daley, clearly petrified of the woman. He was all skin and bone
, his big brown eyes had no light, his cheeks hollow and his eyes sunken in, his curly black h
air sat on his shoulders and was matted and knotted.

“He doesn„t talk,” little Kimmy says, coming back out in her
dirty pajamas. She would be about nine and one of the oldest ones here, which I thought wa
s strange, however seeing a rogue child was more bizarre, and I had a feeling it was just for
show in case the King stopped by, but one thing was apparent none of these children were
cared for properly, and that really ground my gears.

“Like he can„t, or he doesn„t know how?” I ask her. She shrugs, and her eyes dart to Mrs. Dal
ey. It was clear she was scared of the woman.

“Mrs. Daley is leaving today, she is retiring. You can speak freely; she won„t hurt you,” I tell Ki
mmy. She bites her lip before scratching the back of her matted blonde hair.

“I heard Mrs. Daley fighting with Katrina. Katrina wanted to take him and his brother; Mrs. D
aley wouldn„t let her.”

“He has a brother?”

“Had; we haven„t seen him for two days. He bit

Mrs. Daley when she smacked Oliver,” Kimmy says, pointing to the boy in my arms.

“His name is Oliver?” Kimmy nods.

“The brother„s name?”

“Logan, sir,” she says, and I nod.

“And what about Katrina? Does she hurt you?” Kimmy shakes
her head, and she looks at Mrs. Daley nervously, who stares ahead, looking out the window
above the sink vacantly. She knew she had fucked up.

“Mrs. Daley had the butcher hurt Katrina for sticking up for them. He broke her arm, but she
is ok now.”

“Kimmy, can you find him some clothes and socks for Oliver?” I tell her, and she nods, holdi
ng her arms out for him. He goes to her, and she takes him upstairs
while I turn Mrs. Daley„s wheelchair with my foot.

“Where is his brother?”

“The kid is a menace; he bit me like a savage,” she sneered.

“Where is the boy?” I snarl, and Liam glares at her before twisting his knife between his fing
ers in a warning.

“I would answer him. We don„t like child abusers, but you already know that.” Liam warns he
r, and she gulps.

“In the laundry room outside,” I growl, storming outside in search of it before finding
it behind the shed. I could hear whimpering when I approached the wooden door. Pushing i
t open, I found the boy

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inside a cage underneath the

bench next to the washer. Anger coursed through me as I bent down and snapped the lock.
He looked to be about Kimmy„s age, though he was freezing cold and bruised and battered.

“Did Mrs. Daley do this to you?” the boy shakes his head, moving to the back of the cage.

“I won„t hurt you; I am here to help,” I tell him.

“My brother, help my brother,” he whimpers, cringing away when I break the front door off.
And opened the dog cage.
“Who put you in here, did Katrina? I won„t hurt you, and I won„t let them hurt you.” I
tell him while taking my jacket off. I drape it over his skinny frame, and he shakes his head.

“No, she tried to help me.”

“Who brought you out here, then? Daley couldn„t have. She wouldn„t have got down the ba
ck steps.”

“The Butcher did, Sir,” he says as he stares at my outstretched hand.

“Come on, you and your brother are coming home with me; I won‟t hurt
you, but I need you to come inside where it is warm; Liam is
inside. You will like Liam; he is making pancakes,” I tell him. He hesitates before dropping his
hand in mine, and I pull him from the small cage.

“How old are you?”

“Eight, sir,” I nod before seeing his bare feet and scooping
him up. I carry him inside before stepping into the kitchen.

“Where is Daley?” I ask, noticing her wheelchair gone.

“She went to get more flour,” Liam says, winking at me.

I smirk, taking Logan to the living room before wrapping the surrounding blanket from the c
ouch around him. I then went and got firewood and filled all the fireplaces, lighting them.

The smell of pancakes

wafted through the place, and Katrina walked in just as I got the living room fireplace going.
She was a young woman in her twenties, with brown shoulder–
length hair. The kids seemed to like her, jumping around and
trying to get her attention. She stopped when I stood up and stared at me.

“Who are you?” she asked, looking at

me nervously. She sniffs the air before baring her neck to me.

“Gannon, Liam is out there; I assume you are Katrina?” she nods her head.

“Mrs. Daley?” she asks.

“In the basement,” I tell her, and she nods before her brows pinch, and
she opens her mouth to say something
before spotting Logan by the fire, and her eyes widen. Oliver was
sitting on his lap. She rushed over, and I gripped her arm.

“I won„t hurt them; I am not Daley,” she spat at me, and I let her go.

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“She rushed over and fussed over them. I sighed before walking to the door.

“Help, Liam feed the children; you just

got promoted to headmistress,” I tell her, and she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I could hear
groaning and pained wails coming from the basement.

“Want a hand?” Liam asks, and I look at him covered in flour.

“Nope,” I tell him, snatching the knives from the counter and opening the basement door. I
hear Liam flick the radio on that sits on the windowsill and blasting the music.

Stomping down the steps. Mrs. Daley tries crawling away where she had been pushed down
the stairs, her legs tangled in the wheelchair as she clawed at the ground.

“Change of plans. I wanna hear you scream,” I tell her. Reaching down, I grip her hair and ya
nk her head back.

“And you will scream,” I snarled.

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Abbie POv

Two days had passed, and Kade had left me to rot in this brothel. He came to torment me
every day, so I wasn’t surprised to see a woman walk in when the door opened. However, I
was surprised to find it was the woman that used to park outside the cabin.

Her heels click on the floorboards. Today she wore a short black dress, and I could see the
outline of her thong; it was that tight. I looked away, back at the wall where I sat in the
corner. She was here to inject me with more of the shit Kade had been using on me, or so I
suspected. I will not cry. She did not deserve my tears. I kind of wished Blaire would come
back. I wanted to know she was okay, and I hadn’t seen her since the night I was brought
here, she tried to help clean me up when he was done with me and he ripped her from the
room. I hadn’t seen her since.

Chin Nin

The woman crouches next to me

ing me to meet her gaze. She sneers, shoving my face away. “Kade is on his way, and you
will be on your best behavior for my husband,” she says.

I gulp. Her words stung, but she could have him. I wanted nothing to do with the man, and I
felt foolish for not believing Gannon, felt stupid that I actually thought I would have some
sort of happiness.

“Seems, your little friend, that bitch Queen of yours has been asking about you, you do
anything to jeopardize the life I have with Kade, and he won’t be the one you need to fear, I
will order every pack warrior to run through you, treat you like the home-wrecking whore
you are,” she says turning her chin up at me.

I laughed. Of course, that piece of shit’s wife was just as depraved as he was.

“Must have really sucked when you learned he had a mate,” I tell her, glaring at the woman.
She slapped me, her handprint burning into my face, I could even feel her the outlines of
each finger etched into my cheek. My face stung yet she smiled, I could see the sadistic
gleam in her eye as she grips my hair and yanking my head back, making me grit my teeth.
“Accidents happen, remember that. This is my pack. Kade is my mate; you will learn your
place,” she says.

“My place isn’t here, and you should mind your own. Ivy will come for me,” I snarl at her,
and she laughs before gripping my throat.

“Why do you think Kade is coming? To see you?” She laughed and clicked her tongue.

“Your friend won’t be an issue after today. Kade is only keeping you, so he doesn’t become
weak. You do well to remember that you are nothing to him, just a warm hole to fuck,” she
says when the door opens again.

His scent wafted to me before I saw him, the bond recognizing him instantly, and I now
despised the reaction he stirred. I wanted his blood, and I hated that he could easily
influence me the way it does.

“Ah, there are my girls, having a chat, I see,” Kade says, walking in wearing a tailored suit,
and the woman lets me go and rises to her feet.

“Abbie dear, I see you have met my wife Cassandra, pretty isn’t she?” he says, sweeping her
hair off her shoulder before cupping her neck and jamming his filthy tongue down her
throat. I averted my gaze, relishing the pain that serrated through my chest. When he had
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affection, he spoke.

“Now, the Queen has decided she wants to video chat with you today. She found out about
Cassandra, and you love, will convince her everything is peachy and that you are happy
here,” Kade says, walking over to me and gripping my arm. He yanks me to my feet. Yet
excitement bubbles within me. Nobody knew me better than Ivy; she knew my darkest
secrets, my biggest shames. She would

see through any facade Kade tried to put up.

Kade pushes me on the bed and grips my face; I try to pull away from his grip. When he
kissed me, was near tempted to bite his filthy tongue but learned last night not to do that
after he knocked me out cold. My jaw still throbbed even this morning.
“It won’t work. Ivy will know something is wrong,” I spit at him when he stops.

“Now I had a funny feeling that you would say that, so I have a motivator for you,” He
whistles, and I hear a struggle outside and a woman’s shrill cries and that of a baby. My
heart leaps in my chest, and I get to my feet as a woman in lingerie is tossed on the floor on
her knees, a baby clutched in her arms that was barely a few months old. I glare at the man
who shoved her before turning my attention to Kade.

“Now you will put on your best performance; Abbie, meet Stacey, Stacey, this Abbie,” he
says, and I swallow as he grips her hair, ripping her head back.

“Now, Stacey, Abbie over here is the one who decides if little Jacob here is going to get to
live another,” he says. Tears streaked down her face. The baby was bundled up, clutched in
her arm, and tucked to her chest. Her mascara ran down her cheeks as she looked at me
pleadingly. Her bright red hair stuck to her face as tears smudged her makeup and lines
trekked into her foundation.

Kade reaches for the boy in her arms, but I speak before he grabs him as she tries to fight
him off. “I’ll do it. You touch one hair on that baby or her head. I will refuse to do anything
you ask, leave her,” | snap at him, and he pauses his outstretched hand; he stands and clicks
his tongue, letting her hair go, and she crawled quickly over to me, holding the baby with
one hand stopping by my feet. Kade snarls at her and goes to grab her, but I step over her,
putting myself between them.

“Seems you do have a backbone after all” Kade says.

“It will do you no good here, you fuck this up, you watch them die,” he adds.

“You touch them, and you do,” I tell him. I was the only thing standing in the way of having
Ivy get the King here, and I knew she would cause hell in the castle for me because if our
roles were reversed, I would do the same.

Kade nods and looks at Cassandra, who smiles sweetly before tugging her handbag off her
shoulder. She pulled a smaller bag out that was clear and contained makeup. I sat on the
edge of the bed, knowing exactly what would happen next. Mrs. Daley was good at this
facade, too, when she wanted sponsors and had covered our scars plenty of times. If I can
survive that bitch, I could survive anything.

Stacey cringes away from her, and Cassandra raises her hand to hit her when Stacey
accidentally bumps into her. Rage courses through me, and I grip her wrist. We stand-off for
a few seconds. Cassandra was clearly shocked I would grab her, especially in front of Kade,
who she was expecting to jump to her rescue, but he only chuckled.

“Now, now, ladies, no fighting,” he says, sitting in the chair in the corner beside the bed.

“You don’t want to jeopardize that future you want so badly, do you?” I ask her, and she
glares at me.

“You are asking for death, girlie,” she spits, yanking her arm away.

“Good thing I don’t fear it, but I bet you do,” I tell her, and she glares at me. I sit on the bed,
and Kade clicks his fingers impatiently at her.

I shut down, letting her play dress-up, solely focused on keeping the woman at my feet and
her baby safe from these monsters.
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Azalea POV

The jostling sensation of movement woke me from my slumber. I had no idea how long I
had been out, but the woozy feeling abated. The previous night‟s memories slowly returned
to me as I opened my eyes to find Kyson carrying me.

I let out a shaky breath, and he looked down at me in his arms. He pulls me higher, burying
his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. Placing my hand on the side of his neck, he moves
me, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist and I lazed against him. His scent
soothed my agitated nerves. I felt wired and jittery.

“Thank God,” Kyson breathes.

“I feel better,” I tell him, yawning. Yet anger coursed through the bond, and I pulled my face
from his neck to look at him, feeling his aura angry like a storm.

“What‟s wrong?” I asked him.

“Someone tried to poison you; I promise I will figure out who soon. Until then you are to
remain with Dustin or me,” he says, and my brows furrow. Why would someone try to
poison me? I had done nothing to anyone here. Although, I knew that should worry and
scare me, I couldn‟t seem to focus on that. My instincts were going berserk. No matter how
much I tried to focus on what he was telling me, all I wanted to do was lick him.

Kyson carried me to our bedroom, and I was perfectly capable of walking but didn‟t want
him to let go, enjoying his warmth and scent. I rub the center of his chest with my hand, and
Kyson chuckles.

“Something you want?” he asks, amused.

“You,” I tell him. My instincts were all over the place. I wanted my mate, and before I could
stop myself, my teeth sank into his chest through his shirt, my claws slipping into his
shoulder while the others

clawed his pec through his.

Kyson grunts, hoisting me higher while I want to climb into his shirt.

“Your scent is changing,” he purrs, nipping my mark while I am too fascinated by the taste
of his skin, as I licked his neck. Kyson shudders, clutching me tighter.

When he steps into our room, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “You should rest; you
had an eventful night, and Abbie will be ringing this morning,” he says, moving toward the
bed, and I feel the softness of the duvet against my back as he places me on it.

He tries to stand up, but I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer, my teeth
sinking into his collarbone. He growls as my teeth break his skin and he starts to purr, the
calling wrapping around me, and my claws slip out, shredding his shirt even more. He

Kyson presses his weight down on me, the calling making his chest vibrate against mine
before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him. My lips go to his chest while hands
move up and down my arms and sides while I mauled him. My teeth sank into him wherever
I could get him. He drops his chin when I attack his neck, his stubble brushing my cheek,
and I growl when he doesn‟t let me mark him.

“I thought you wanted to speak to Abbie?” he murmured, kissing the side of my mouth.
Abbie, it had something to do with Abbie that was important; I just couldn‟t remember why.
My tongue rolls over his chest, my hands clawing at his flesh.

“She should be calling soon, Azalea.” he tries to remind me before he groans when my teeth
nick his neck. Yet my sole focus was on my need to mark him. I couldn‟t think of anything
but wanting to crawl inside the man. Desire coursed through me so
strongly I couldn„t think of anything else.

“Love, Abbie. She is ringing soon,” Kyson growls, nipping at my shoulder. I try to shake the
fog, consuming me and muddling my thoughts. Kyson smashes me with the calling, and I
melt against him, pressing my ear to his chest and listening to the sound emanating
from him.

“Shh, Abbie is calling soon. You want to speak to her, remember?” Kyson said softly, the
calling growing stronger and making my eyelids heavy. I yawn, pressing my face into his
chest.

“Abbie! Think of Abbie, Azalea. If you don‟t answer her call, I don‟t want you to hate me for
missing it, so you need to focus. You can mark me afterward,” he purrs, kissing the top of
my head. His finger stroked my hair. My claws were slipping out of his chest as his calling
turned to sedative.

“That‟s it, plenty of time for that later, but calm,” he purrs, his fingers moving from my hair
and trailing up and down my spine. I blink, fighting the urge to sleep, trying to fight the
calling, and my breathing becomes harsher.

“That‟s it, Love. Fight it. You can fight your urges; just focus on a different emotion or think
of Abbie,” Kyson says. Yet my brain was mush. Yet I knew something was going on with
Abbie; I just needed to remember

“Abbie is with Kade,” the moment his name slipped from between his lips, a furious growl
tore out of me, and I sat up, blinking, my claws sinking into his chest, and he hisses, and I
look down at my hands, and Kyson pulls my claws out, and his blood oozes down his side. I
move to lick his wounds, wanting to heal them.

“It‟s fine,” I cut his words off, running my tongue over the puncture marks. They healed
instantly, and I had no idea how I did it, but I could tell my saliva had changed. It tasted
different on my tongue, Kyson looks at his chest. The scars remained, which I thought odd.
They were fresh wounds and should have healed completely. I glanced at his face to see the
faint scars from the other night.

“You‟re not healing, it scarred you?” I murmured.

“Worry about that later. It is because you were angry. See, these healed just fine,” he says,
pointing to the love bites I gave him. It made no sense why some would heal and others
scarred him. They all should have healed. My brow pinched when his calling slipped out.

“That‟s it. Just focus on something else.” I blinked. Clarity was washing through me like a
tidal wave as I remembered I was waiting for Abbie‟s call, Kade slipping into my thoughts. I
despised the man hadn‟t even met him.

“What time is it?”

“Just after 10 am, so she should be calling any minute,” Kyson

says, lifting his hips and pulling his phone from his back pocket. He hands it to me.
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“Do you remember how to answer it?” I nod, unlocking the phone and climbing off him. The
moment did, it was like I was being pulled back to him, and I looked at the phone in my
hand and at Kyson on the bed. It was like a war in my head between what the bond wanted
and what I knew I needed, and that was to ensure Abbie was okay.

“Focus, think of Abbie.” I nodded. It was difficult to keep a coherent thought. However, I was
glad Kyson ignored his instincts to let me mark him, knowing I would regret it if I missed
Abbie’s call. The phone started ringing in my hand, and Kyson, seeing me struggle, moved
quickly, answering it, and her face popped up on the screen, snapping me out of my inner
battle.

“Abbie!”

“Hey, Kade said you wanted me to call; I dropped my phone in the sink. You know I am
clumsy,” she chuckles.

My brows furrow Abbie wasn’t clumsy? “Have you got makeup on?” I ask her, staring at her
face that looked different. The urges coursing through me instantly stifled as I looked at her
and took in her appearance. Abbie was far from girly, so I thought the makeup was strange.

“Yep, do you like it? Cassandra helped me,” she says, turning the phone, and I see a woman
that looked like she just stepped out of some magazine. Her face was made up so perfectly.
The woman smiled and waved enthusiastically before Abbie turned the phone back to
herself.

“How have you been?” she asks, and I don’t miss how her eyes moved to someone past the
phone. Kyson walked into the bathroom, and I moved to the couch.

“Cassandra, that is-” | ask.

“Kade’s wife, they have three kids,” Abbie says, cutting me off and smiling, yet something
didn’t feel right; her eyes didn’t light up the way they usually did.

“And you’re okay with that?” I asked her.

“Well, I can’t punish him for marrying before he found me,” she said. My brows furrowed,
and Abbie then changed the topic of conversation and turned the attention away from her,
and asked me questions. I asked about the packhouse, and she gave me vague answers.
Kyson comes up behind me and into the camera’s view.

“Hi Abbie, you look nice,” Kyson says, sending her a wave. She smiled and waved, saying
hello. Yet something felt off with her, she was bubbly like normal, nothing that would
suspect anything was wrong, and Kade said a quick hello, talking to kyson over her
shoulder.

“Well, my King and Queen Abbie and Cassandra are about to go shopping,” I nod, and he
moves away from the camera’s view, and I could hear him talking to someone but not quite
make out what he was saying. Kyson had turned his attention to the tablet I was using last
night, checking my writing.

“Well, I will try to ring you again soon,” Abbie says.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come up on the weekend?” I ask her, and I see Kyson
look at me out of the corner of my eye.

“That would be awesome; I have missed you.” Abbie says her eyes lighting up.

“Not this weekend, Abbie. A driver won’t be available.” I hear Kade say somewhere off the
side.

“It’s fine. I will send Dustin to come to get her and your wife, be a girl’s weekend,” I tell him.
Not that I wanted to see his wife, but I knew it would look sus if I didn’t invite her to.

“Kids have a soccer match, Abbie’s first one. She doesn’t want to miss it,” kade said, and
Abbie nodded before rubbing behind her ear.

“Yes, I promised the kids I would go; I forgot maybe the one after,” she smiles, yet my focus
was on her hand rubbing behind her left ear. My neck itches, and I instinctively rub the scar
on the back of my neck where my hairline is as I nod. Something in the pit of my stomach
told me something was amiss.

“Sounds great,” I tell them, plastering a fake smile on my face. Abbie’s smile waivers slightly.

“Well, I will let you go. Ring me tomorrow night,” I tell her, and Kade pops back into view.
“I will make sure she does,” he says, kissing her cheek in a show of affection. Abbie blows
me some kisses.

“I love you,” she says.

“More than my life,” I reply.

“Yep, you know that,” she says, smiling, and my heart hammers in my chest. I pressed my
lips in a line as she rubbed the spot behind her ear. She didn’t say it back. She always says it
back!

“I love you; I will speak with you tomorrow,” I tell her. She nods, and we both hang up.

“She seems good. Hopefully, Gannon will get off my back now,” Kyson says.

“She didn’t say it back,” I tell him, looking at the blacked-out screen.

“Pardon?” Kyson asked.

“She always says it back!” I tell him. Kyson’s brows furrow.

“She looked fine, she said so herself,”

“They are making her say that, Kyson. She didn’t say it back!” I tell him, becoming angry.

“I know you miss her, but,” “She didn’t say it back. She always says it back. We are leaving
now; we are bringing her home.” I tell

him.

Kyson growls and shakes his head. “Kade will bring her up the following weekend. She
seemed fine, looked great, and seemed to get along with Cassandra,” Kyson said.

Was he thick? Did he not hear what I said? Anger coursed through me, the raging lust
burning out. I knew Abbie. I explained about her touching the scar behind her ear, and
Kyson looked at me like he thought I was insane, but I know Abbie. She is my best friend.
Kyson reaches out for me, but I pull away. “We need to go get Abbie, now!” “I can’t do that,
Azalea. She wanted to stay, she told me herself when I asked”

“I don’t care what she told you. I am telling you, it was an act that was not Abbie, not my
Abbie!” I yell at him.

Kyson reaches for my hand and I jerk it away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me. We need
to get Abbie,” I snapped, and he growls at me.

“You are being ridiculous. She is fine,” he retorts, stepping closer, but I take a step back.

“Azalea!”

“We need to go get Abbie!” I snarled.