Chapter 207 – Absent Luna of the Lycan King Novel (Ivy & Kyson)

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

“Crux’s mistress was part of the ceremony?” Kyson growls, but Larkin shakes his head.

“No, of course not. Never. She just came to watch,” Larkin states, but Tandi contradicts him.

“No, she always attends the after-party thing. I have seen her drink the same thing. She wore the patch on her sleeve.” Tandi states.

“Do you know the name of the mistress?” | ask Larkin.

“I only met her once or twice, and I couldn’t stand the woman. Crux usually left the Council quarters to meet her after Denali scolded her one night when she tried to overstep him. After that, she was banished from the Council, but he brought her to a couple of the functions.”

“So you have never met with the hunters or worked with them?” I asked, feeling Kyson use my aura harder this time. Larkin answers immediately

“Never. And I would kill anyone on the Council who would,” he answers, and I look at Kyson.

“Did you know about Alpha Brock killing Tandi’s daughter?” I demand, and he shakes his head.

“No, he didn’t kill her. I know because I have seen her,” Larkin says

“Liar!” Tandi snarls

“He’s not lying, Tandi. He can’t,” Damian says, motioning to me, and Tandi blinks back tears.

“Then where is she? I heard him chuck her over. I heard her scream,”

“He chucked a rock. Crux was on the ledge beneath. He grabbed her. Do you think we would let him kill a child? I was told not to tell you, but I tried, I tried telling you, I kept telling you to run home!” Larkin snaps when Tandi’s hand moves with blinding speed, and she punches him. He goes flying back in his chair, clutching his face, when Damian grabs her around the waist before she can pounce on him and rips her backward.

“Fuck Tandi!” Larkin shrieks, his nose bleeding for the second time.

“Where is she? Where’s my baby?” she snarls, thrashing in Damian’s arms.

“The orphanage! You crazy…” he stops when Damian growls at whatever he is about to call her. Yet I look at Kyson and gulp.

“The orphanage?” Tandi whispers. “Go home,” she breathes like those words finally made sense, yet for rogues and for those of us girls from the orphanage, home was death, and Tandi clearly believed the same. Home wasn’t a place. It was a feeling of setting one’s tortured soul free. Home was death, and death was freedom if you grew up rogue in that place while under Mrs. Daley’s care.

“Yes, the one he got you from! The one in Alpha Brocks pack,” Larkin his

I gasped, wondering which child she was because we adopted them all but a handful to Lycan homes.

“We’ll find her. We’ll find her,” Damian whispers, trying to soothe his mate.

“Alpha Brock has her,” Tandi sobs.

“No, we do. I took all the orphan children,” I tell her, and her head whips to the side to look at me, and I swallow hard.

“Where?” she says, her hands trembling as she tries to get Damian to loosen his hold.

“Most were adopted by the other Lycans in town. We will find her. They will give her back if she is here”

Damian assures her.

“She was adopted? But she is alive?” Tandi asks, turning her gaze to Larkin, who nods.

“A few are still here. Clarice watches over them with Abbie. Abbie will take you to see if she is amongst the ones still here,” I assure her.

“Either way, my people would have looked after her. We’ll find her, Tandi,” Kyson assures her, and she looks at Damian over her shoulder, and he nods, pressing his head against hers.

“If she is alive, I’ll get her back,” he whispers, and she lets out a breath, squeezing her eyes shut.

“So, can I sit, or are you going to punch me again?” Larkin asks. Fixing the chair. Tandi’s eyes fly open and she glares at him.

Kyson POV

I was beginning to get a headache from all this drama. But watching Azalea, she wasn’t fearful or hesitant

Shout asking questions. No, she demanded them with my help. I was shocked when I was able to touch her aura.

I expected it to recoil and force me out. If it did, I wouldn’t be able to touch it, let alone manipulate it. She was a Landeena, and I may have some resistance to her being that I am her mate, but overall she could make me beg at her feet once she was capable of controlling it.

Yet I was ecstatic because it meant her bond felt safe with me, that she trusted me entirely. It also meant she must have forgiven me. Our bond was solid, and now it had let me in. I could feel her as if she were an extra limb.

“Take Tandi to Abbie,” I tell Damian, and he nods before I watch him wander out with her. She is no longer needed here. Yet as I turned my gaze back to Larkin, he watched her go as if he wanted to follow.

He remained seated and rubbed a hand down his face, looking as tired as I felt.

“The missing rogue children? The ones that turned up dead?” Azalea asks while her sadness is bleeding into me through the bond for them.

“I swear I had nothing to do with it or the Council that I know of. Whatever Crux was up to with the secret meetings. I was kept out of it. I had no idea,” Larkin says.

“What do you think of Crux?” Azalea asks. Larkin grits his teeth, resisting her command, and I force it over him harder, his eyes bulging from his head.

“Answer me!” Azalea demands.

“I can’t stand him! He is power hungry, and I don’t like how he handles the rogue women. I don’t like his side dealings. We are supposed to uphold the law, not dabble in the shady parts of it,” he growls, and my brows raise.

“So you know he is trafficking rogues?”

“Yes, that isn’t illegal under the Lycan laws. You said the packs decided. That doesn’t mean I like what he does with them.”

“That law will be changing,” Azalea growls, her anger blistering hot as she glares at me. It was my fault. I never should have given them a choice, yet I didn’t think the Council would abuse it. I nod, telling her agree.

“Do you believe Crux is helping the hunters?” Azalea asks him.

“No! He is a council member,” Larkin answers quickly.

“Is that the only reason you believe that? Because he is a council member?” Azalea asks him.

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