Page 22 of His Found Lycan Luna
I’m still trembling, the shock of the encounter with the bear and Kyson’s unexpected defense of me overwhelming. Kyson curls around me, his massive body a protective barrier between me and the rest of the world as his weight crushes me into the hay. I move trying to get out from under him, but he snarls snapping sharp teeth at me. I freeze momentarily, my eyes meeting his when I show him he’s crushing me. He sniffs me but my huge beast of a mate seems to understand because he moves off me. When I try to climb out entirely though, he growls again making my heart race. I nudge hishuge shoulder, trying to get him to understand. He doesn’t budge, so I tap his chest. Still nothing.
Leaning forward, I press my ear to his chest, listening to the hard steady thump of his heart. That seems to work because he rolls on his back, dragging me onto his chest before turning slightly so I can’t see past him. It’s like he’s using himself like a wall separating me from everyone else or maybe trying to stop me from escaping. I press my hands against his chest, trying to warm them, and feel him sniffing my hair.
The warmth of his fur and the steady rhythm of his breathing slowly calms me.
As I lay there, tucked safely under Kyson’s protective Lycan form, I realize the complexity of our relationship. He may be harsh and distant at times, but his instincts are still to protect me. Or his Lycan instincts are. He can deny the bond, but the bond will remind him, just as it did tonight when he came back for me.
The guards maintain their distance, but I know it’s one of the royal guards—not Damian or any scent I immediately recognize, but they’re respecting Kyson’s clear message to stay away and keep their distance. I’m grateful for their understanding, knowing that any attempt to intervene might provoke him further.
I lean against Kyson, my mind slowly processing everything. The fear, the pain, the relief – it all mingles together in a confusing bundle of emotions. But through it all, there’s a newfound respect and understanding for Kyson.
The night wears on, the fire in the stall flickering softly, casting a warm glow around us. I close my eyes, allowing myself to relax in his embrace. The events of the night have drained me, and despite the chaos, I feel safe here with him. Even if I can only feel safe with him while he’s in this form.
Chapter Sixteen
The morning light filters through the cracks of the stable, casting a golden hue over the hay and dust particles dancing in the air. I wake up alone, the space beside me cold, telling me Kyson is gone and must have left a while ago. However, someone has draped one of his blankets from his room over me, making me wonder if he sent someone to get it because it’s covered in his scent. My heart sinks a little deeper, the loneliness once again settling in like an unwelcome guest. I sit up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the events of last night replaying in my mind like a nightmare I can’t escape.
The bear, the fear, Kyson’s unexpected rescue—it all feels surreal, like a twisted fairy tale where the prince is also the monster. I shiver, pulling my blanket closer around me. The stables, now once again, feel like a prison.
As I gather my thoughts, the sound of footsteps approach.
The stable door creaks open, and Damian’s silhouette appears against the morning light. He looks concerned,his brows furrowed as he surveys my disheveled state. The sight of him, a familiar face in this whirlwind of chaos, brings a small sense of relief.
Damian’s voice breaks the silence, carrying a hint of hope I cling to desperately.
“Morning, My Queen,” he says excitedly. Confused by his cheery tone, I get up, my body hurting from the rough ground and the emotional turmoil that won’t let up.
“Morning, Damian,” I manage to say, my voice hoarse from the tears and screams of the night.
He steps closer, his expression softening. “You’ve had a rough night,” he observes, extending his hand to help me up.
I nod, accepting his help. As I stand, the stiffness in my muscles reminds me of the ordeal I went through.
“We need to get you cleaned up and into a more comfortable place,” he suggests, and I glance at him, wearing a silly smile I hadn’t seen before.
“I’m allowed to shower?” I ask as he guides me out of the stable. The fresh air hits me, a welcome change from the stale, heavy atmosphere inside.
As we walk, I can’t help but glance back at the stables, the scene of so much fear and confusion. It’s hard to leave it behind, even harder to face the uncertainty that awaits me in the castle.
Damian leads me along the path, his grip firm but gentle. I’m grateful for his support, for his understanding. He doesn’t press me for details, doesn’t bombard me with questions like one would expect, but I know Kyson and the guard would have filled him in.
“Yes, I have some good news,” Damian says. “Come on!”
Confused, I furrow my brow as he waves his hand in front of me to grab my arm. I look at it before placing my good hand in his. He places it on his arm and tucks his arm to his side. I raise an eyebrow at him as he starts up the path leading back to the castle. For a second, hope flares to life, only to die down when he speaks again.
“The king said you can stay in his old quarters; you will be morecomfortable up there,” he says, and I stop. Beta Damian also stops and peers down at me.
“He said I could come back?” I ask hopefully. Beta Damian glances at Gannon for a second before turning his gaze back to me.
“He didn’t, did he?” I ask, sorrow hitting me once again.
“I convinced him, but he is aware you will stay in his old room,” Damian tells me.
“His old room?” I whisper, holding back tears.
“Yes, the room he currently uses used to be his sister’s,” Damian explains.
“Before my mother killed her,” I sigh, still unable to believe she killed someone. It all feels surreal. Nevertheless, Damian escorts me back to the castle, and as we approach the castle doors that lead into the foyer, open and Kyson steps out.
