His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 95

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 me 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 the door and sighed as he climbed off me to answer it. He spoke in a hushed voice to someone 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. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, a woman’s body. I need to go speak with the pack who located the body,”

“I’ll come 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. Dustin 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 playing with the text and voice commands. I had 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 l couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning until I heard the door open, 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 drenched 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 chuckles.

“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. Besides, 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 doesn’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 that 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 s*x 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 motion 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 hands 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. Kyson 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.