His Lycan Luna Queen novel Chapter 8

AZALEA

“You’ll show me?” I ask, my voice tinged with anticipation. Kyson leans down, his breath warm against my face as he playfully bumps his nose against mine. A surge of electricity courses through me, heightening my excitement. He brushes his lips against mine, a soft and gentle touch that sends shivers down my spine.

“Yeah. I think if I don’t, my Beta may quit,” Kyson chuckles, his voice filled with amusement. The corners of my mouth lift into a smile at his lightheartedness.

“About bloody time!” Abbie exclaims, her voice brimming with excitement. I can’t help but share in her enthusiasm.

“I can only use it when I’m angry,” I explain, nervously chewing on my lip. Kyson takes a seat, pulling me onto his lap on the floor. Abbie settles herself across from us, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her.

“I can explain it to you, but I know you will hate it. However, I can also command you to drop it. That might be easier, and you’ll feel the pressure behind it,” Kyson offers, his voice filled with sincerity. My heart skips a beat at the thought of him commanding me.

“If it works, I’ll try anything. I would like a proper hug,” I chuckle, glancing at Abbie with excitement dancing in my eyes.

“And I would like to walk toward you without having to do the one, two-step,” Gannon adds with a laugh.

“So, it’s similar to a command. A command where you add pressure and forcefully impose your will upon them,” Kyson explains, his words slipping out slowly and deliberately. Surprisingly, I find his aura less discomforting than expected as it rolls over me, perhaps because he didn’t intend for it to be unsettling.

“To rescind the command, you pull it back into yourself. Reabsorb your aura and command.”

I feel him drop the command behind me, and my body, which had been unknowingly tense, relaxes.

“So, you can try it yourself, or if you prefer, I can attempt to command you to drop the command. Although, I’m not sure if I can actually command you now,” Kyson suggests.

“What do you mean?” I inquire, turning to look at him over my shoulder.

Kyson sighs, his gaze shifting to Gannon, who raises an eyebrow in response. “Landeena command can kill. Your command is more potent than mine. I just know how to use mine. You don’t,” he reveals, leaving me stunned. Kyson had just disclosed a truth that horrified me even more knowing that I could have unintentionally harmed them.

“Wait! I could have hurt all of them?” I stammer, sudden fear gripping me like a vice. The thought of wielding such power without control terrifies me.

“Yes, but not before you had awakened your gifts,” Kyson assures me.

“Cedric mentioned something about awakening my gifts,” I confess, my mind drifting back to my recent encounter with Cedric.

“He was showing me how to use the mindlink,” I admit. Kyson presses his lips together tightly, refraining from commenting on the matter.

“Here, feel for my aura. Push on it and force it back. If you can do that, you’ll be able to un-command them,” Kyson instructs, his voice gentle yet firm.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can control it, Azzy. How much force you put behind it is something you can feel. You will know when to stop or if I am resisting it,” Kyson says. I let out a breath because I needed to do this. It was getting annoying.

We practice several times, and eventually, I grasp the technique, successfully lifting the command without succumbing to anger. A surge of giddiness fills me as I realize the progress I’ve made, and Kyson’s arms tighten around my waist as I release Gannon from my command.

“With enough practice, you’ll be able to do it through a mind link without needing to be physically present,” Kyson informs me.

As Kyson and I prepare to leave, a knock echoes through the room. A man hands Kyson a blanket, but he shakes his head, gesturing towards Tyson, who eagerly reaches out for it. I move towards Tyson, pressing a tender kiss on his little head before embracing Abbie. Her embrace is so tight that I worry she might crush me.

“More than my life,” she whispers, her hands cradling my face as she kisses my cheek.

“So, where did Damian and Liam go?” I ask.

“To a brothel. They’re trying to gather information about the dead children,” Kyson answers, his voice filled with determination. “We found proof Crux was trafficking girls.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” I ask, curious about their plans of action.

“We’ll present the evidence before the council. We’ll teach you how to use your command so that you can order Crux’s removal and ensure he faces punishment if necessary,” Kyson explains confidently.

“Why do I have to do it?” I question, feeling a mix of apprehension and responsibility.

“Because your command is stronger than mine, and because their annual consumption of my blood prevents my command from affecting them,” Kyson reveals. The realization dawns on me that my status as a Landeena and Azure grants me immense power – power that I’m not sure that I’m ready to wield. The weight and significance of this responsibility make me feel inadequate, unworthy of such authority. I doubt my ability to rule and navigate the complex world of werewolf and Lycan laws and councils.

“But Crux is part Landeena,” Kyson nods.

“Yes, but you’re Landeena and Azure, you are stronger than any King or Queen Azalea, you are an empress of Kings and Queens, and your blood makes you part deity,” Kyson says.

“I don’t understand, how can I be an empress of Kings and Queens?” I ask, confused.

“Because a child born from their union, was said to have unparalleled power and was destined to rise above kings and queens to claim the title of Empress. This child, inheriting the combined might of her parents, represents the embodiment of balance and unity, holding the potential to either mend a fractured world or bring it to its knees. Your very existence challenges the established orders in place. You are not merely a part of your parents but a whole. Your parents were two halves to a whole that was never supposed to be melded together. You being their daughter are them at their full potential,” Kyson explains, yet it makes little sense to me still.

“So, since you’re my mate, what does that make you?” I inquire playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Screwed if you turn your command on me,” Kyson responds with a laugh, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on my head.