Filed To Story: Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)
Kyson is going to lose his damn mind over this, “command her to keep quiet.” I tell Liam and Dustin gets to his feet. He offers his hand to the poor girl whose fear was so potent it was the most dominating scent in the room.
“I won’t hurt you, but you need to come with me,” Dustin says, and she stares at his hand as if it were snake that would bite her before glancing at my mate who had yet to speak beside scream when I attacked Liam. I ignore her, knowing if I look at her, I may lose control again.
“Go, I will be fine,” my mate whispers nudging her though I could see the way her hands trembled.
The girl hesitantly steps forward, yet doesn’t take Dustin’s hand. She was more eager to escape the room but before she could bolt, Liam draped his arm across her shoulders, ensuring she didn’t run. They leave the room, shutting the door behind them.
Turning my attention from the door, I face my mate and look her over and she was trying to cover her self up before she walks over and grabs a blue silk robe. I watched as she slipped it on and tied the silk belt around her waist.
Your name?” I asked her, though I remember it started with a T. Moving across the room toward her, I went to grab her when she jumped onto the bed and moves out of reach. She ran across it to get away from me. My growl. makes her freeze, her eyes darting to the door.
“Run and you will regret the action,” I tell her, noticing how her eyes went toward the door.
“I asked for your name, so answer me,” I snap at her.
“Tandi, it’s fucking Tandi,” she snaps back and the fire in her eyes surprised me as she glared at me. It irked me because it wasn’t like she caught me fucking whoring myself out.
Some logical part of me knew I should ask questions, but my Lycan side was pissed that she was a prostitute, which only overshadowed any common sense.
“Just reject me and get it over with,” she snaps, and my eyebrows rise at her words. Ignoring her tone, I sigh.
“I’m Damian,” she nods once acknowledging it, although she adds nothing. I press my lips in a line.
“Get your stuff. We are leaving,” I tell her, however, she shakes her head. My jaw clenches and a snarl tears out of me.
“It wasn’t an option,” I grit out.
“I can’t leave, so reject me, or I will reject you,” she says and I laugh. She would really reject her own mate? Someone willing to take her away from this place?
“You do, and I will mark you on the spot. Tam a Lycan. I can’t reject my damn mate or I would have in a heartbeat,” I tell her. Yet seeing the hurt in her gaze, I instantly regretted the words. I knew I was only speaking out of anger from the situation of how I found her
She swallows, looking at the wall and nodding her head. Despite her wanting me to reject her, I notice the way her eyes turn glassy, as if my words hurt her more than she was willing to admit.
“Done, Beta. We can leave when you’re ready,” Dustin Mind links.
“Meet me at the car,” I tell them, moving toward her and her eyes widen before she bolts for the door. My arm snakes around her waist as her hand grips the door handle.
“Believe me, you don’t fucking want me. Just let me go,” she growls at me.
“Not my choice, we are leaving,” I snap at her and she tosses her head back. Her head smashed against my nose, making me let her go when I feel the crunch of it. Blood spurts out of my nose and I groan just as she tosses the door open, making an escape.
I give chase. My fingers grip the back of her robe, ripping her back when she pivots, her robe tearing as my claws slip out and she palms me in the face, making my head snap back with the force before kneeing me in the balls. For such a small petite thing she could defend herself, I suppose working here you would learn a thing or two.
My breathing hitches and my nuts feel like they are suddenly lodged in my damn throat as I try to breathe around the pain. She rushes out the door and I clutch a nearby dresser, pulling myself up only to run out the door after the woman.
Looking up the hall, she was running toward the third floor. With a snarl, I chase after her, grabbing her ankle on the stairs and she pivots, kicking me in the shoulder and pushing me back, only to race off again.
“Stop!” I order, and she freezes as my command rolls over. Yet I could tell she was trying her darndest to fight against it. Sweat rolled down her forehead, and she gritted her teeth, her fists clenched at her sides, and she breathed heavily.
Moving up the stairs, I drop the command as I grab her wrist before yanking her back down the steps. “I can’t go with you, you don’t understand I have a-” noise in the hall below makes her gasp as security
strolled down the red corridor.
Their eyes move to me, dragging my mate when they attack before I could command them to stop. One swung at me and I only just duck back out of the way, the movement forcing me to let my mate go or risk her getting hurt.
Her footsteps could be heard racing up the steps behind me while I squared off with the two baboons who dare challenge a Lycan. I shrug. I needed to burn off some of this anger, anyway.
And a challenge they were not. One kick to the head and the first one went tits up and the second a throat punch and a love tap had him sprawled over his buddy. This was their security? A child would put up more of a fight, take a hit better, too. These men had glass jaws, that is for sure.
Shaking my head, I stalk up the steps, following her peaches and cream scent through the halls. Yet the more I walked, the more pent-up rage filled me that she was making me hunt her down.
“I’m fine Stacey, just go. He will reject me and be gone once he hunts me down.” I hear her voice reach me through the thin walls.
Up here, this level wasn’t as dressy as the floor below, showing this may be where the women lived. The paint on the walls flaked and was peeling. The floors were in need of a good polish. Above my head, the lights flickered and were old-style, not like the led one’s downstairs. These were hanging lights that swayed and blinked the more I moved down the corridor.
Hearing a door up head I lift my gaze to see a woman step out of a room and she quickly closes it be fore spinning and spotting me, she drops her gaze hurrying to the neighboring room. Yet that brief opening of the door was enough for me to locate a strong whiff of my mate’s scent emanating out of the room she came out of
Approaching the door, I grip the locked door handle and twist it until the entire thing crumbles in my hand and disintegrates. I stare at the broken brass doorknob.
Some security systems they have, shit security officers and locks on doors that snap under the slight est pressure. Shoving the door inward, I hear shuffling and my eyes scan the sparsely furnished room be fore finding her in the corner by the tiny bathroom standing next to a crib.
“I told you, you don’t want me. Just let me set my son down so I don’t drop him when you reject me,” she says, stunning me.
Yet I couldn’t tear my gaze from the bundle wrapped in her arms. I blink in shock. A toddler was squirming, sucking his formula down. She sets him in his crib which had few toys. She messes his dark black hair before turning her focus back to me.
“I’m ready now. Get it over with?” She says swallowing yet I stared at her kid in the crib. He would only be about two years old.
‘The boy is yours?” I wondered how my luck could get any worse. My mate is a whore and now she has a kid?
“As I said. Get it over with,” she says, smiling sadly at her son.
“I’m Lycan. I can’t reject you unless you want it to risk killing one of us,” I tell her, stepping closer, yet she moves protectively in front of the crib where her son stared through the wooden bars up at his mother.
She curses, clearly not understanding but taking my word for it. “Well, I can’t leave with you. I already lost my daughter. I won’t risk my son, so you need to leave before they catch you here,” she says and I hear her sharp intake of breath and the way her heart rate increases.
“You have another kid?” | demand. Her lip quivers, and she looks up at the ceiling, blinking back tears before looking at me.
“Had. They killed her when she was four when I tried to escape with her. I won’t make that mistake again,” she says with a trembling voice, her eyes burning with unshed tears.
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