His Fierce Lycan Luna novel Chapter 22

AZALEA

As I struggle to get out of his grip, Liam pauses by the door, waiting to see if I am leaving, seeing as he is the only one besides Trey that can follow me. Kyson’s grip around my waist tightens, and he grips my wrist with his hand, prying my claws from his leg.

“Let me go,” I repeat.

“You would have to drink his blood!” Kyson snarls at me. He yanks my hand off his thigh, which is now dripping blood on the floor.

“Do that again, and I will put you to sleep!” he snarls in warning.

“Drink Trey’s blood?”

“Yes, and you’re not. His DNA would be in your system! So no, it isn’t happening!”

I scrunch my face up at the thought of drinking someone’s blood. I never would have agreed to that anyway.

“Wait! Why not just say that? You make no sense!” I ponder, looking at Liam, and he shakes his head and shrugs.

“Because I am not smelling his scent on you, is WHY! And risking you bonding to him.”

“I am marked and mated!” I growl. Not that I wanted to drink Trey’s blood. I believe him, he had so many chances to kill me and didn’t. He also could have walked off with the bear and it would have looked like a freak accident, but he stayed instead, getting ripped apart trying to save me.

“You’re Landeena!” Kyson growls.

“Huh?”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on,” he says, tapping my leg for me to hop up. But now I want to know why the heck being Landeena is so important.

“No, what do you mean?”

Kyson sighs. I twist in his lap, but he glares at the ceiling, refusing to answer when Trey steps just inside the door. His voice makes me turn to look at him.

“Landeena’s aren’t tied to anyone, neither are Azures,” Trey says. As soon as the words leave his mouth, Kyson roars. The growl that rips out of him sounds almost painful, his aura hitting all of us like a shock wave, which makes me feel queasy. He moves so quickly I fall off his lap onto the floor just as he reaches over and grabs Trey. He slams him against the door and Liam jumps back just as startled.

“Kyson!” I shriek, watching Trey’s face turn purple. I get to my feet and grab his arm.

“Let him go,” I demand. Kyson’s eyes are wild with rage and his nostrils flare, and hair spreads across his body as he fights the urge to shift. Trey tries to speak, his mouth opening as he tries to breathe, yet Kyson doesn’t let him go. I look at Liam for help, who moves the moment I do and grips Kyson’s shoulder.

Damian also steps back in next to him from outside the corridor. “Kyson, you don’t want to kill him; he isn’t lying. I know you know that and a sire bond is stronger than an oath! Think about this!”

Kyson’s grip tightens more and Trey makes a gasping noise when Damian speaks again.

“You kill him and you kill her biggest protection,” Damian mutters. Kyson growls, but his grip loosens and Trey gasps loudly, yet Kyson doesn’t let go completely.

“Please!” I whisper, looking at Trey, who is trying to catch his breath. Kyson shoves him, but steps back. Trey clutches his throat and hunches over. I rub his back, glaring at Kyson. Trey clutches my arms and I help him sit in the chair. He looks like he’s been through the ringer, though the fingerprints around his neck are already starting to heal.

Liam grabs Trey and hauls him out of the room quickly before Kyson goes on another strangling spree. Kyson wanders over to his bar area and pours himself a glass of whiskey and then another. Three glasses later and his aura settles some even though his anger is still buzzing beneath the surface. I wait for him to speak, but he doesn’t. After 30 minutes, he simply walks out of the room. I race to catch up to him, I slip my hand in his and he stops. He looks down at my hand and sighs, lifting it to his lips and giving it a kiss.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“I’m not leaving you Kyson, I am just curious about who I am. What I am. You don’t need to feel threatened by any of it,” I tell him. He nods but doesn’t say anything else, yet I know he is hiding something.

When we are nearly back to the room, we run into Peter carrying a cloth and bucket of soapy water up the steps. Kyson takes the bucket from him, and Peter sighs.

“Since when are you on cleaning duty?” Kyson asks as Peter follows us up the steps.

“Since Clarice asked me to clean the steps as punishment,” Peter answers.

“What did you do?” Kyson asks.

“I forgot to feed the horses. So Clarice said since she had to do one of my chores, I had to do one of hers,” Peter says, and Kyson chuckles.

“Well, get scrubbing,” Kyson tells him, putting the bucket on the top step. Peter groans, but tosses his cloth into the bucket and gets to work.

“I am going to visit your old pack today. You’re coming with me,” Kyson says, leaving no room for argument. He pushes the door open.

“Warm clothes; it is supposed to rain today. Get dressed,” Kyson says, wandering off to the bathroom.