Page 60 of His Lost Lycan Luna
"No, but he became very nervous when I asked. I think he was covering up for his son."
"Makes sense. I got the same vibe when I spoke to him," Damian tells me, and I tilt my head to look at him. He looks away guiltily.
"You weren't assigned to look into it. Gannon was, so why did you speak to him?"
"Same reason: I was curious about her. I needed to know she wasn't a threat to you. It is my job as your Beta."
I nod, looking down at Ivy.
"Well, is she?" I ask him with a chuckle, knowing full well she is no threat to me. No one was, but unfortunately, not everyone fights fair, and Lycans have always been hunted, even by the werewolves.
"She is," Damian says with a smirk, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Don't tell me it wouldn't break you if she suddenly left," Damian challenges, and I growl at his words. She is never leaving me; I won't allow it. I will chain her to me if needed.
"My point is proven. Physically, being a werewolf, she is no match, but that doesn't mean she can't break you in other ways," Damian laughs.
"She won't. I won't allow it," I snap.
"But she could," he says, and I nod once, tugging her closer and burying my face in her neck. Damian chuckles, and Gannon snorts, trying to hold his laugh in.
"Shut up, the both of you," I snap at them. I know they find my obsession with the girl amusing, yet they will understand when they find their mates one day.
"Don't get your panties in a knot now that you realize she holds all the power," Damian laughs.
"I am still a King," I tell him.
"And she is your Queen." Gannon nods at her, and I smile.
Yes, she will one day be my Queen if she will have me,I think before stopping myself, realizing my line of thought—if she will have me.
If!
I look at Damian, who has a knowing look on his face. He can read me too well sometimes.
"I'm still the King," I tell them, and Damian smirks.
"So you keep saying,” he laughs.
"My word is law."
"For now," Gannon teases.
"I could always keep her as my servant," I tell them, and Damian folds his arms across his chest with an incredulous look on his face.
"I didn't say I would," I tell him.
"I know you won't," Damian says.
"Unless, obviously, she did something bad," Gannon adds, and Damian and I both glare at him.
"Now, why would you say that? What bad bone does the girl have in her body?" Damian asks.
"I'm just saying," Gannon says with a shrug.
"It would have to be something horrendous. Even then, I am not sure," I admit. I think nothing would stop me from loving Ivy or wanting her. She could try to kill me, and I would probably ask her to forgive me for angering her. I chuckle at the thought.
"Something funny, my King?" Gannon asks.
