Page 39 of His Fierce Lycan Luna
“So, only four kingdoms and a human kingdom initially existed here?”
“No, there were others, but they were minor players. These four, plus the human ones, were the most powerful kingdoms in the era, but now mine is the only one left. The entire Lycan population now lives in my Kingdom, including those left from Cyprus and Landeena.”
I nod.
Dustin sighs. “So you thought Trey was a cheat, like my father?” I ask, and Trey sits back and smiles smugly.
“He never cheated,” Kyson says behind me.
“No, I won my place fair and square. Also, they are wrong in thinking I would poison my sire,” Trey snarls, and my brows furrow.
“Sire?”
“Like a blood oath, only stronger. When you were a baby, I was your personal guard, but there is one way to be a hundred percent sure to clear this up,” Trey says.
“No!” Kyson snarls behind me, making me jump.
“You want proof that what I claim is true. That will prove my innocence,” Trey growls.
“She is pregnant, definitely not! I won’t have my unborn child or mate put at risk!” Kyson spits at him.
“My blood is clean, I am not tainted, she can’t sire me when I am already sired to her, and it will only strengthen my sire to her, not affect her, or your bond,” Trey argues.
“Wait, what is he talking about?” I ask, but Kyson shakes with rage, and Trey glares at him.
“Meeting dismissed, everyone out, now!” Kyson orders, and they jump to their feet to leave.
“What? No!” I growl, twisting in his arms.
“Enough, we can talk about it later,” Kyson snarls.
“What are you so fucking afraid of me finding out?” I yell at him.
“I’m not afraid of anything, so stop causing a scene. As I said, we can talk about this later!” Kyson growls.
A scene? I was causing a scene?! I could show him a scene if that’s what he wants.
“Yeah, you keep saying that but later never comes, does it Kyson!” I snap and try to climb off his lap, but he refuses to let go and nips at my mark in warning, which only angers me further. My claws slip out and I stab them in his thighs.
“Let me go!” I snarl.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
AZALEA
As I struggle to get out of his grip, Liam pauses by the door, waiting to see if I am leaving, seeing as he is the only one besides Trey that can follow me. Kyson’s grip around my waist tightens, and he grips my wrist with his hand, prying my claws from his leg.
“Let me go,” I repeat.
“You would have to drink his blood!” Kyson snarls at me. He yanks my hand off his thigh, which is now dripping blood on the floor.
“Do that again, and I will put you to sleep!” he snarls in warning.
“Drink Trey’s blood?”
“Yes, and you’re not. His DNA would be in your system! So no, it isn’t happening!”
