Chapter 197 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

Trey stood on the other side, and I blinked up at him. “What’s wrong?” I asked before mind-linking Dami an “Damian, stop; I am up. I will wake him but stop yelling,” I tell him, “I’m not yelling, wake him, I am downstairs, and we have an issue,” he mind-links back. I focus back on Trey He sniffs me.

“You’ve been drinking?” he asks. “Stupidly, yes, help me wake kyson. Damian was mind-linking.” I tell him, pushing the door open wider and letting him in. Trey moves to the bed and shakes Kyson while I retrieve my robe when Trey shrieks.

Glancing at him, my eyes widen when Kyson hugs him, crushing Trey against him before Trey pushes off him. “Stop. Azzy.” Kyson mumbles. I laugh when Kyson suddenly sniffs his hair and growls.

His eyes fly open, and Trey goes flying as panic courses through the bond as he lurches upright. His eyes go to me, and he lets out a breath, noticing I am fine, before glaring at Trey. “Why the fuck were you in my bed?” Kyson snapped, rubbing his eyes.

“I was waking you, not climbing in the bloody bed with you,” Trey growls, getting to his feet. He shakes his head, muttering about Alpha King’s being idiots. Kyson glares at his retreating body.

“What’s going on?” “Damian needs you downstairs,” I tell him. “He is back?” Kyson asks, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You were drinking?” Kyson shakes his head. “No, you did enough of that to affect my damn bond, so thanks for the headache,” Kyson says. Getting to his feet.

He grabs a shirt, pulling it on before walking over to me. He kisses my head before grabbing the rope and tying it together. “Are you coming?” “I’m allowed? I thought I would have to fight you to go down there.”

“You wouldn’t win,” he chuckles. “Really?” “Mm,” he says, grabbing my hand. “I reckon I could take you,” “I reckon you could try,” he laughs, leading me out of the room. He kisses the back of my hand before leading me downstairs. He yawns before shaking his head.

“I was actually having a good sleep until Trey climbed in my damn bed to snuggle with me,” he growls at the last part.

“I did no such thing, and you’re a terrible hugger,” “Azalea doesn’t mind,” “Yeah, probably because you didn’t crush her in your armpit as you did to me,” Trey retorts. I chuckle as they bicker when we hear a commotion outside. I could see cars lined up when I heard Damian arguing with someone to get out of the car. Stepping outside, I saw Damian arguing with someone, yet the door was blocking my view of them.

Bloody hell, woman, how many times do I gotta tell you, I am the King’s beta. I live here. What do you think? I would bring you here if I didn’t?” Damian snaps when I hear a child start crying “Great, now you woke him,” Damian says, standing upright, and I notice the toddler in his arms.

“Give him here. Give me my son!” “No, you want him. Get out of the damn car!” “Man, they have done nothing but bitch and fight the entire way back,” Liam groans. “Fine, but if your King abuses me for trespassing.

You bet your damn ass I will whoop his,” the feisty woman snaps. “Good, whoop his ass. He is right behind you. Let’s see what you got, short stuff!” Damian says. “I would love to see it,” Damian snaps at her.

The woman turned around so fast I was surprised she didn’t get whiplash, though I did as I gasped and rocked back on my heels. “What is going on?” Kyson growls. Damian scrubs a hand down his face, looking exhausted or defeat ed. I wasn’t sure.

“Kyson, this Tandi, Tandi, his royal highness the King Kyson, you know the one you want to beat?” Damian mocks. Yet my eyes were pinned to the woman, and her eyes were also on me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Taylor?” I choked. “Ivy?” she stammers.

“Taylor?” Damian says, taken aback, but my feet were already moving as I raced to her. “Oh, my gosh, it’s really you,” I shriek, throwing my arms around her. “What are you doing here?” Taylor cries, clutching me. She started crying, and I couldn’t contain my tears either.

“Wait, what about Abbie?” she says, holding me at arm’s length. “She is here; I can’t believe you’re alive,” I cried, clutching her face in my hands. “Hang on, what is going on? Who is Taylor?” Damian says, and I look at Taylor.

Damian stared at me in confusion as I stared at him. What did he mean? Who was Taylor? She is standing right in front of him?

“Hello, can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Did you give me your whore name?” Damian demanded, and I gasped at what he called her. Yet she snarled, spinning on her heel to glare at him.

“I’m Taylor. It’s my birth name. My middle name is what I go by now,” Taylor snaps at him. Damian takes a step back from her before growling at her and wincing as if he was pained.

“And I want you to hand over my son before you drop him,” Taylor growls, holding her arms out to the air.

“Not until I know you are inside and not going to try to run off on me again,” he retorts. He then shakes his head when I notice the bundled-up toddler sleeping soundly in his arms. A smirk crosses Liam’s face as he prepares to assist Dustin in removing a few

suitcases from the car as he snickers behind him,

“Give me my son, you prick, before I cut your balls off,” she snarls at him, pulling my attention away from Dustin, who I was still yet to release from my command. Using the mind link, I send Trey a message telling him to get to Abbie and bring her here as soon as possible. A few seconds later, he darts back inside the castle as he rushes away from beside me.

“Woah, woah, what the fuck is going on? Who is she, why is she here, and—” Kyson sighs, looking between all of us, and Damian is the one who responds to his question.

“Tandi, Taylor, whatever her name is, was one of the girls from the brothel—” Damian sighs and looks rather exhausted, as if he has tried to explain this story to everyone a thousand times. she is also my mate,” Damian says, scrubbing a hand down his face while holding the child closer and rocking him with one arm, wincing as he does so.

“Tandi, I don’t go by Taylor anymore. She died a long time ago,” Taylor says, and I got that. To me, Ivy felt dead, too. She was the person I once was, and I no longer identify myself with that name or person I used to be anymore. Having experienced so much in the past few months, I didn’t believe it would be ever possible for me to relate to the person I once was.

Kyson gapes at Damian in shock, not being able to conceal the shock in his face. However, it was less shocking to me that he was her mate than it was to discover that she was still alive after all this time. Mrs Daley told us she was dead, yet hearing she was sent to work at a brothel all this time was horrifying.

“What the heck is going on around here? Everyone is finding their damn mates these days, so much for it being a rare occurrence,” Kyson mutters, nudging me.

“Yeah, I sure a shit don’t want to be catching that damn disease. I will need to get me some mate repellant, ain’t that right Dusty poo,” Liam says, coming over to us. The nickname was not appreciated by Dustin, and he flipped him off while Damian glared at him, and I wondered what Liam said that Damian was so upset about.

“Well, Tandi, I’m Azalea. Nice to see you again,” I smile. Her brows furrow in confusion, and she looks at me oddly.

“Why does that name sound so familiar to me?” she ponders. “And what are you doing here, and where is Abbie?” she asks, trying to take her son from Damian, but Damian holds him higher, not allowing it. :

“It’s a long story, and Abbie?” I smile to myself as I hear her coming up behind us. The sound of hurried footsteps caught my attention, and I turned to see Abbie standing in her tracks as she stumbles out of the door. In a state of shock, Trey grips her arm to keep her steady as her mouth opens and closes in shock. As Abbie looks at me with the same shock that I felt upon seeing Taylor, I find myself sputtering as I see the look on her face as she looks at me for confirmation, as if she doesn’t believe what she’s seeing.

Several steps behind her, Gannon and Tyson emerge from the castle. I watch as Abbie’s lip quivers when I nod to her, telling her it was Taylor before her feet were moving quickly, and she collides with Tandi. There was barely enough time for Tandi to catch her before Abbie’s legs and arms were wrapped around her.

“I thought you were dead,” Abbie gushes, squeezing her tight, and I move closer. Taylor, who is now Tandi, reaches over, squishing us together as she embraces us. “How, how?” Abbie says, placing her feet down as tears stream down her face. Kyson, Gannon, and Damian all just stood there gawking at us while we fussed over each other when Tandi turned to Damian and pins him with her glare.

“My son, now. I did what you asked,” she said, and Damian looked at her, but it was Gannon who nudged Damian to hand her son back.

“Give her son back. She looks like she bites, like an angry gremlin,” Gannon mumbles.

“She fucking does. She bit me already, twice actually, while pitching a fit,” Damian growls in annoyance as he reluctantly hands her son to her.

“You have a child?” gushed Abbie as she pulled back the blankets to take a closer look at the toddler in Tandi’s arms. Turning back to Gannon, she holds out her arms for Tyson, who flails in Gannon’s arms, wanting her to take him into her arms.

“Who is this little one?” Tandi asks while reaching out and gripping Tyson’s little fingers as Abbie holds him. I swallowed; watching as they speak of their children left me suddenly feeling out of place when I felt the heat of Kyson’s chest press against my back before feeling his breath on the back of my neck.

“One day, my love,” he says and I nod at his words and instinctively my hands went to where my hands once held my bump. Instead they held only my flat covered stomach.

His arms circle my waist, his hands sliding over the backs of my hands as he laced his fingers through mine and I let out a breath, looking up at him as he leans down and rests his chin on my shoulder. He pecks my cheek, and I turn my attention away from them to Damian, who is watching his newfound mate worriedly. I focus on him, not wanting to see them bond over their babies while my arms lay empty. I was happy for them, ecstatic that she was alive, yet my loss was too fresh to jump on board with

gushing baby talk.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Damian, who snaps himself out of his thoughts, to look at me.

“Gannon, Abbie, take Tandi to my quarters and help her settle in, please. I need a word with the King and Queen,” Damian says, and Tandi’s head whips to the side to stare at me. Her eyes widen when recognition hits her at what Damian called me.

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