Chapter 175 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

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“Did you feel it?” she asked, and my hand stopped beside her face as it reached toward her. I swallowed and stepped closer, cupping the back of her neck and messaging my fi**gers through her hair. Still, no reaction through the bond

‘I could feel it, feel it leave me,” she whispered, staring vacantly at my ch*st

“I know, love,” I whispered, and she sat frozen, staring off

“How about we get you home?” I asked her, and once again she said nothing, didn’t move, not even blink. She was an empty shell, and I fought the urge to growl. I would kill him, but first, I needed to take care of her, but he would die for doing this to her once | found out why

Azalea had no reaction when I picked her up, none at all. I took her home and set her in her nest, and she laid down

Three days later

She hadn’t gotten out of bed in three days, she hadn’t slept, and she hadn’t eaten. Doc came and checked her yesterday and said it was to be expected, and I was too frightened to leave her side since I still felt nothing through the bond. It was like she wasn’t there at all, yet she was because I was staring at her

I brushed her hair back before trying to move her up the bed so she could rest on me, but she slid straight back down into her nest, burrowing back beneath the blankets as if they would somehow protect her from the world

Sighing, I place the book down I was reading to her and wander off into the bathroom. I ran a bath. She needed to get moving, something. I would take anything at this point. Not even my calling roused any reaction from her. Even the mind link was blocked. I filled the bath with bubbles and lavender, it made me crinkle my nose, but I knew she liked the smell. Walking back out, I retrieved one of my shirts from the closet. She was still in the hospital gown, but I was determined to get her into something else. Hopefully, get her to eat or speak

Once I had towels and a shirt for her, I checked the water and waited for it to fill before shutting the water off. Stepping into the room, she was still in the same spot, and I had to untangle her from the blankets. I grabbed her, and she remained still as ! removed her gown while she sat on the edge of the bed

Goosebumps covered her skin, and I stripped my clothes off before grabbing her and climbing in the bath with her. I set her bet**en my legs, and she remains motionless while I wash her hair and clean her. We stayed in the water until it went cold, and I pulled her back out, drying her off and tugging my shirt over her head. Yet it angered me when she just rolled back into her nest that had no order

Clarice had sent up soup for me to try and get her to eat, but she just rolled over. Reaching for my whiskey, I swig from the bottle. It was the only thing that kept me from losing my damn mind. The silence was killing me; not feeling anything through the bond was lonely. I just wanted a reaction. Any reaction would do, so I knew she was still with me

I eye the nest, pissed off with how it obscured her from me as she hid under the blankets when the bottle sl*pped from my hands and shattered on the floor. I snarl at the mess I made

My anger became too much and forced the shift. I stormed over to the bed, ripping at her nest, trying to fix the damn thing, yet | only managed to tear apart the mattress. With a growl, I dropped onto the bed. I was about to mind-link Damian to ring Doc again when I felt movement on the bed before feeling her hand run across my fur to my ch*st before she laid her head on my ch*st

Astonished, I stared at her. It was the first time she had moved toward me, and, of course, it had to be when I wasn’t in human form. I was tempted to change back, but I didn’t want her to slide away in case she didn’t move back into place

I turned my face and sniffed her hair. I let my calling wash over her. She snuggled closer, and I sighed. Well, it was something; guess

When she woke a few hours later, I shifted back, and immediately she burrowed back down under blankets. The next few days, I came to notice she only came to me if I was shifted, and not in human form, so I had spent the majority of my time in this state

Hearing a knock on the door, I moved off the bed. Azalea had helped me fix her nest today; we changed the sheets and fixed it up, but she didn’t rebuild it like I hoped, which saddened me; I had gotten used to the thing, such a bizarre thing for she-wolves to do, but still, I hated not curling up in it with her

Liam enters with strips of raw meat and cubed cheese and crackers Clarice had sent up

“Still the same?” Liam asks, and I nod. It had been over a week, and still, she hadn’t eaten. She was dropping weight like crazy. This time I struggled as I was going to try to make her eat while in this form. The claws would make it a real pain, yet she seemed more comfortable with me in my Lycan form

“I was thinking,” he said as I went to turn away from him. I stop and turn to look at him

“About what?” I didn’t want to hear about Peter or theories right now. I only cared about Azalea. Peter was locked in the cells, and I would deal with him when I could

“About why she won’t go near you when you’re not shifted,” he says. My brows furrow when I feel him open up the mind link

You can’t mate with her,” Liam says, and I growl, looking back at the bed before looking at Liam again

“Something to think about,” Liam says, and I nod, making me wonder if he was right. Yet I couldn’t live in this form. I missed wearing clothes and using my hands properly. Claws and b**tons don’t mix

Liam walks out, and I move toward the bed and sit on it before propping her up on pillows, so she is sitting up. My claws nick her arm by accident when I grab her, and I sigh, leaning down and l**king the spot where I broke the skin. I watch it heal

“Sorry,” I tell her, and she just stares at me, but she doesn’t even flinch. I pinch a beef strip bet**en my claws only to drop it. I growl, trying to pick the damn thing up again, only to drop it again when she moves to pick it up herself

Her movements were robotic-like. She was on autopilot. Though excitement bloomed in me, she managed to eat half of what was on the plate, and despite me insisting she eats more, she wouldn’t. I set the plate aside and laid down with her again, eventually falling asleep. It felt like all we did was sleep and read. It felt wrong

I wanted to hear her voice. Yet it was Trey talking to Abbie outside the doors that woke me. I jumped to my feet and saw that it was late in the afternoon, the sun slowly going down out the windows. I could see the kids playing on the hill as I stood, I moved toward the door. Maybe Abbie could get her up

However, when I opened the door, I remembered she couldn’t because she was still under command. Abbie was asking Trey how she was, and Liam was nowhere to be seen, so I assume he and Trey swapped places guarding Peter. I expected his grandparents to come looking for him, but no one did, or if they did, no one told me about it

Tyson was perched on her hip. He was playing with her hair when I opened the door just as she gasped, peering out the window at the children playing on the hill. A brawl had started outside amongst some of the older children. She th**sts Tyson at Trey, rushing down the steps to break it up. I watched from the window while Trey held Tyson

“Maybe go help her,” I suggest seeing her and Clarice both struggling to separate the kids that were determined to get the last hit in. Trey sighs, passing Tyson to me and rushing toward the stairs

“Wait!” I call, and he stops on the steps

“Take the boy with you,” I told him, holding him at arm’s length

“You want to help or not,” Trey says, and I look out the window to see guards trying to help and sigh

“Just don’t take too long.,” I tell him, and he nods before disappearing. I perch the boy on my hip. Tyson was only small, and he tugged on my fur when he started making strange grunting noises before wailing like he was being murdered and pointing toward the room

“No, we can’t go in there,” I told him when he started wailing and thrashing in my arms. He kicks me in the balls, making me drop him, but I catch him before he hit the ground, setting him on the ground. He rushes off, and my eyes widen in horror as I turn to find him in our room. Unsure how Azalea would react to him. I rushed in. He was screeching and fisting air

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