His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 72 – Kyson POV

Clarice lied to me; she knew where lvy was, but she did not check in like she was supposed to, which infuriated me.

“Where is she?” I snapped at her, and she took a step back from me.

“Outside helping Peter,” Clarice told me.

“I will deal with you when I get back,” I said, turning toward my guards.

“F*****g find her,” I ordered them, and they took off.

“She isn’t doing anything wrong, my King; she is only helping clean the graves,” Clarice said in Ivy’s defense. Hearing that only infuriates me further.

“You let the daughter of their k****r, clean their graves, the disrespect, Clarice, f*****g think,” I roared at her, and she narrowed her eyes at me before pointing an accusing finger at me.

like that. That girl is not her mother, and if you are too blind to see it, then you have no right being her mate,” she snarled at me. My fist

enough. Stop punishing her for the crimes of her mother. She didn’t k**l Claire,” I growled at the mention of my sister’s name, and I felt the urge to shift rush through every cell in my body, making my skin vibrate. Turning on my heel, I walked out before l hurt the woman. She was right about helping raise me. Clarice was more my mother

I growl when I don’t see them grabbing her. Searching the rows, I find her at the last one and stop beside her. I growl, and she looks up when I notice her hands. Her fingertips were bleeding, and she was covered in mud, the heat emanating off her skin I could feel even with the cool

Grabbing the scrubbing brush back, I tossed it in the bucket. The water splashed against her, and I noticed a few of the guard’s step closer and I glared at them, making them take a step

Damian snarled through

I am dealing

disobeyed me,” I snapped at her before bending down and gripping her arms. She turned to d**d weight in my hands, so I shook her, her skin so hot it was making me angrier seeing how sunburnt she

Trying to drag her toward the castle, but she started thrashing and managed to yank out of my grip. “Ivy!” I snapped at her disobedience, reaching for her, about to toss her over

scrubbing brush before she frantically started scrubbing. She hiccupped a cry, making me look

she looked up at me. Her eyes were raw red, her eyes whites now bloodshot, and her tear marks etched into her skin like blood staining her hands. However, her following words made me realize something was wrong; I should have paid attention to the bond instead of my anger, though that was still

them. I loved her, and she k****d them. How could she love me and k**l them?” Ivy cried and l looked at the graves before looking back at her. I swallowed down the emotion

shed tears over the lives she took. Ivy was not that sort of monster, and the guilt on her face was proof of that. I didn’t know how to help her. Looking at her like this, I could see the error I made. Ivy was as much a victim as the rest of them, only she was a living one. She had to live with her mother’s

grab her hands, dropping

am. She made me, can’t you see?” Tears burned my eyes at seeing her so distraught and feeling