His Fierce Lycan Luna novel Chapter 31

GANNON

I rush to my room and open the door, but she isn’t there. My brows furrow as I check the bathroom, wondering where she went when I hear a babbling noise from out in the hallway.

Turning around, I follow the noise to her old room. Knocking on the door, the room falls quiet, and I grip the handle pushing the door open to find her sitting on the bed.

Tyson is still attached to her hip and eating a candy cloud she has pinched between her fingers, his little lips sucking the sugar off while she holds it, watching him.

“I am keeping him. And I understand if you don’t want kids. And I know he is a special needs child, so if you aren’t comfortable with it, I understand. I will ask Azalea to move me elsewhere if it bothers you,” she says dismissively as if she thinks I will toss her away over him.

“It would have been nice to be asked,” I tell her.

“I’m done asking. I’m done begging. It gets me nothing, Gannon. I won’t lose him, and I won’t give him up,” she tells me, hugging him tighter. She sniffs his hair and kisses his cheek.

“What do you mean? I’ve never denied you anything, Abbie, nor would I,” I tell her, and she looks up at me before looking down at him.

“Kade promised. He promised, so I stayed. I stayed quiet. I stayed on the promise I would get Tyson back. Everything was going to be okay when I got him back,” Abbie says before whispering, “Only he never kept that promise.” Tears slip down her face and her lips quiver, making me realize then a lot of what she was willing to endure was based on the promise of having this boy returned to her. She held out hope the mate bond would not only make Kade love her but also return her to the boy she raised. Tyson is why she never said anything, why she remained. It wasn’t just the bond, she wanted Tyson, and Kade dangled him on a string in front of her.

“Tyson you get no say over, just like Azzy, Gannon, I would die for both. Don’t make me choose. You won’t like the answer,” she whispers.

“Never!” I tell her, taking Tyson from her. I set him on my hip, offering my other hand to her. She slips hers in mine, and I pull her to her feet. Tugging her closer, I press my lips to her temple before walking out of the room with her and Tyson when I spot Liam smirking as he stands near the door of his room as we pass.

“I hear I am an Uncle brother?” he says, and I smile down at Tyson.

“That would be correct.”

“I will go make him some food while you get him settled then,” Liam says, and I nod, watching as Abbie pushes our door open and walks to the bathroom to run him a bath.