Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
“You’ll learn to do it yourself, but our bond is strengthening. I can feel it, can’t you?” Kyson mind-links, and I look at him. I nod my head. I could feel him with every fiber of my being, like he was part of me, attached and running through my blood just as strongly as my blood flowing through my veins.
Maybe it was because we were no longer in a battle with each other, accepting and trusting each other.
And I did trust him, trusted him not to control or fight me unless he deemed something unsafe. He dropped my aura, but I knew why he did it, to show me how to handle it, how much to use.
Kyson’s finger stroked the back of my neck softly, and I fought the urge to shiver as tingles spread over
“I won’t lie to you, my Queen. It isn’t necessary.” Larkin breathes, catching his breath. Which made me realize he had no idea it was Kyson’s doing, not mine.
“Regardless, I want to be sure, and you will accept it or accept never seeing your son again,” I tell him, and he swallows nervously.
“Now answer the question,” I tell him, forcing my aura out.
“Yes, annually,” Larkin grits out when Kyson yanks my aura back when I use too much, and Larkin’s nose starts bleeding. I gasped and looked at Kyson and Cedric, who was smirking next to him. I had so many questions for him and Trey, but it would have to wait. Clearly, this was no shock to him.
“Help me. I don’t want to kill him” i mind-link Kyson, who I feel tugging on our bond. It was a weird sensation like almost a psychic connection or frequency, and I wondered why he had never done it before, or maybe he wanted me to learn myself solely.
“Sorry, I am still learning how to use it,” I tell Larkin as he wipes his nose on the back of his hand. His eyes widen, and he gapes at me before turning to kyson,
“Can you do it? I would like to live,” Larkin says, horrified. Kyson waves his hand at him from behind the back of my head, making me glance over at it, only for his fingers to go back to the nape of my neck.
“It only works if he is touching you. And only if your bond feels safe in his hands,” Cedric answers the question I am thinking,
“You were drinking Kyson’s blood?” I ask, allowing Kyson to hold control of my aura. It would be safest that way. It would suck if I killed him before we got answers, plus I really don’t want anyone’s blood on my hands.
“Yes, his is the only Lycan Kingdom left,” Larkin answers. My brows furrow at his words.
“What do you mean?” | ask.
“The Council is supposed to be unbiased. One from each Kingdom but never our own. We would share blood, so we couldn’t be commanded. Except for Landeena royalty, Landeena was like the wild card.
They pulled rank even over the Council. Which is why you have immunity,”
“What about Crux?”
“Crux is a bastard child, illegitmet, he has some immunity to an extent, but he never inherited the
Landeen traits, Only the firstborn child holds Landeena rein. Your father was a first born and now you,”
“I still don’t get how he isn’t part of it,”
“Think of it like, your mother and father were the Adam and Eve of Lycans, Moon blessed and cursed,” Cedric answers.
“Cursed how?”
“Because power like that makes a target on your back. Azures and Landeena hated each other for centuries, the two oldest rival kingdoms, which is why your father demanded his biggest contender’s hand in marriage for the treaty between kingdoms, a treaty that created you, a moon child,” Cedric explains.
“Not that it did much once the hunters got into the kingdoms,” Trey adds. But I was caught up on what Cedric said.
“Moon Child?” I ask, and I can see Kyson listening beside me intently.
Cedric nods and pats the books. When the moon goddess created Landeena and Azure, they were each other’s weaknesses. Two halves of a whole. Neither could outweigh the other. But both were destined for others. Fire and ice. Opposites, yet magnificently the same. Both will burn you if you endure it too long,”
Cedric says. My brows pinch in the middle as his words sink in. So what did that make me? What was!
destined for if not for the king beside me?
“And that made them Exempt from having to hand their blood to the council,”
“Well, I sure as hell wasn’t going to demand King Garret to hand over his blood,” Larkin snorts.
“Who was an elder from your Kingdom?” | ask, turning to Kyson.
“My father was, and sister for the Valkyrie Kingdom.” Kyson answers when Larkin speaks.
“Crux represents Landeena now since he is the only one left, or so we assumed. Myself and my brother,
Denali, for Credence. Your mother’s sister, Emilia, and your mother were Azure representatives, but
Emilia died in the attack on Azure, and your mother quit after that.” Larkin explains while looking at
Kyson when he mentions his brother’s name.
“It’s also why I know you’re wrong about the Council. We all lost our Kingdoms and our families to the hunters. No way would we work with them,” Larkin says, and Kyson opens a drawer in his desk. He pulls out a sandwich bag, dropping it on the desk.
“Tandi?” He says, motioning for her to come to him. She glances at him before nervously walking over to the desk. Kyson taps the insignia in the small bag.
“Is this the insignia you saw?” he asks when I feel his own aura slip out over her. She grips the desk, her knuckles turning white, and Damian growls and steps forward before freezing when Kyson looks at him.
He nods once and turns his gaze away from his mate.
“Yes. Crux also was wearing one.” Tandi answers, but Larkin shakes his head.
“No, he wouldn’t betray us. You saw the annual meetings. I brought you to a couple of them. No way would you catch me around anyone that wore that!” Larkin says. Tandi glares at him.
“I know what I saw, Larkin. Crux and those strange men were always in the VIP function room,” Tandi growls.
“You saw them with me?” he demands. Tandi shakes her head, and his brows furrow.
“No, after the meetings. You were at the meetings. Some of the other men you work with, the ones you introduced me to, and others. And that woman, you know, the one I said, called me slut and spat on me.”
Tandi says, her eyes darkening in her anger.
“Ah, what’s her name… one of Crux’s mistresses,” Larkin asks, and Tandi nods.
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