Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
“Marissa Talbot is Ivy’s mother,” Kyson tells him while shaking his head and muttering too low for me to hear.
“What?” Damian asks, clearly shocked by this information.
“The Werewolf hunter, the one that killed my sister and the other Lycan bloodlines. Her mother was the insider. She was the one that killed them,” Kyson growled as if we weren’t aware of her crimes.
“That’s what Alpha Dean had to tell you?” Damian gasps, looking between us. I snarl when I watch the King walk to his bar to drown my sorrows so he wouldn’t have to deal with them.
“Wait, that is why you sent her to the fucking stables, Kyson. For something her mother did?” Damian asks, outraged.
“He fucking said he would leave it, forget about it; she is innocent. She didn’t fucking kill your sister Kyson,” I snap at him.
“You think I don’t know that?” Kyson roared. Yet with the look on his face, I could tell he was conflicted. His heart was here with her, but his mind was trapped in the past with how he found his sister.
“What about her father?” Damian asks,
“They are trying to figure out his link, but we believe it was her partner, but we also think he wasn’t aware of the crimes bestowed on his wife. We found nothing on him. That’s why we are late,” I explain.
“And you’re sure it’s her parents?” Damian asks, sitting down and rubbing both hands down his face.
“He was supposed to show a picture to Ivy to make sure, but instead, I come up here and find out she has been taken to the fucking stables,” I growl.
“Gannon enough, it may not be right what he did, but stop. Just let me think,” Damian says. I press my lips in a line, waiting for his orders.
“Go, take a photo to Ivy, verify it is her mother,” Damian says, and I nod, walking out. Abbie was waiting for me with Clarice at the bottom of the stairs. Liam had taken the guard’s position by the doors, and relief flooded me when I saw she hadn’t been removed from the castle.
“What did he say?” Abbie said, rushing up the last couple of steps as I walked toward her. “Nothing, I am going to see her now.”
“I will come with you,” she says, and I sigh. I wasn’t sure what state she was in, and I looked at Clarice, and she nodded to my silent message. That woman could read me like a damn book.
“How about first we go clean up, then we can take her a cupcake for her birthday,” I almost groaned hearing that. That’s right. The Queen would shift any day now, and Damian had told me Kyson promised to be there. It was also why he was so hesitant to leave her, not wanting to miss it.
“No, I want to see her. She would be petrified, please,” Abbie pleads, and I grip her face in my hands.
“You will see her, I promise. Just stay with Clarice. I need to speak to Ivy, then you can come down.”
“Speak with her? You say that if she did something wrong, I have been with her all day. She has done nothing that-” she sighs, and I glance at Liam, who nods his head, and I know he must have told her to watch what she says because she doesn’t finish.
I tug her closer, and she pushes off my chest with her hands, but I hold her tighter. Not caring that we had witnesses, yet her body nt invades my senses, and it seems to have the same effect on her because she stops struggling to get out of my grip.
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“I promise. Damian, and I will handle the king, but for now, you just need to be patient.”
“I want to see her,” she says, and I kiss her forehead.
“Let me speak with her first,” I tell her before letting her go. She chews her lip before realizing we had witnesses, and her cheeks turn red. Liam and Clarice say nothing about it then Clarice waves her over.
“Come, you can help pick out which cupcake she wants, and we should find her something warm to wear,” Clarice tells her, and tears fill Abbie’s eyes, but she nods, storming off toward the kitchen. I sigh and walk toward the door when Liam grabs my arm.
“You should know Trey is down there with Dustin.” my brows furrow at his words.
“So?” I ask, wondering why I need to know this useless information.
“He wasn’t here when the pact was made,” Liam says, and I realize that meant if the King ordered him to kill her would. “I handle it,” I tell him.
spoke to the driver, who apparently let it slip to Trey what happened. His reaction to the news is somewhat worrisome,” Liam tells me.
“How so?” I ask.
“He was quick to escort her out,” Liam tells me and nods, heading toward the stables. The air was cold, and I would have to send someone to get firewood. I wouldn’t allow my Queen to freeze down here. Approaching the stables, I hear Dustin snap at Trey.
“Fuck the king,” Dustin snaps, and I walk in just as Trey moves to challenge him. Dustin sets the bandages down that he was using to try to wrap Ivy’s hand that was bloody. He moves to stand in front of her, clearly not liking Trey’s presence near her.
“Yes, fuck the King. Remember where your loyalties lie, Trey.” I snarl, and he pauses as Dustin straightens. He was a stupid man challenging Dustin.
I don’t care if he was once part of the Landeena’s guard when the Kingdom existed, Dustin was part of my men, and if push came to shove, I would back the men of my Kingdom before I back another.
I held no loyalty to him, and if he thinks he can fuck with Dustin and Liam, not kill him in his sleep, he will be in for a rude shock. We all know Liam and Dustin were close.
“They are with my king.” Trey stupidly says.
“And she is your queen,” I snarl at him, and the man whimpers before his eyes glare at Ivy with hatred I couldn’t understand. I just knew I couldn’t allow him around her if he had issues with her.
“You haven’t been here as long as the rest of us, but the king swore us all to choose his queen over him,” I tell him.
“If so, why is she down here, then?” Trey demands.
“Because the King is an idiot. Move Dustin. I will wrap her hand. Go fix up the old King’s quarters for me,” I tell Dustin, crouching down in front of her..
“Yes, Sir” Dustin says while Trey growls. I glance over my shoulder at him to see the fury on his face. What has gotten into him? Once this was over, I would have to have a word with the King. I don’t like how he is looking at her. Trey was usually quiet, did his job, which he is good at, and was observant, so it threw me a little that he was acting like this and openly.
“You’re off guard. Get out of my face,” I growl the order at him, and my aura rushes out. Trey doubles over before rushing out when I drop it.
I set to work cleaning her hand and wrapping it with the supplies that Dustin had, “It will heal once you shift. Do you think you can hold on for a couple of hours?”
“Can’t you heal it?” she asked.
“I would if I could, but only the King can heal you. My saliva or blood won’t work on you since you aren’t mine,” I tell her, cupping her face with my hand. I wished I could, but even if I could, I wouldn’t. The King would kill me for letting my DNA mingle with his mate’s.
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