His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Kyson POV
Damian panicked the moment he saw me step into the foyer with her in my arms. Her blood ran down my arms, but the bleeding
had slowed down. Ivy infuriated me; I wasn’t supposed to mark her, but when she refused to submit, which caused me to lose
control. She hadn’t shifted yet, and now I could have put everything at risk. Damian’s eye flew wide open when he noticed the
blood trailing down my arms, and he tried to rip her away from me. I pulled her closer, and his arms dropped.
“I marked her, she is fine,” I spat through gritted teeth, annoyed at how he went straight for her as if I had hurt fatally hurt her. He
let out a breath, and his shoulders sagged.
“Not ideal, but we can work with that. Just means changing her will be harder and require a few attempts,” Damian sighed. Ivy
was like a rag-doll in my arms. Looking at her, you would think she was d**d with how floppy her body was in my arms. Moving
her around, I pulled her closer, so her head rested on my shoulder instead of craning back awkwardly.
“Help me get her upstairs,” I told him, and he walked ahead, opening the doors for me before finally opening the bedroom one. I
stopped, peering around my room before walking back out.
“What is it?” Damian asked, and I looked down the hall toward the other wing.
“I can’t stay in there with her; I don’t trust myself,” I told him.
“Kyson, you can’t just mark her and lock her away in her room and leave her there,” Damian said, and l looked down at her in my
arms.
“Just have them move my stuff tomorrow to hers, just not. It’s Claire’s old room; I can’t,” I told him before walking off toward her
room.
“But you will stay with her. You will move back to your old quarters?” Damian asked.
“I said I would. I know I can’t b****y leave her now; I f*****g marked her.”
“And you do not seem the least bit happy about that,” Damian stated.
“She wouldn’t submit, she...” I shook my head.
“Figured that by the claw marks down your face. Are you sure that is the only reason you marked her?” Damian asked, opening
her bedroom door.

“Damian, stop. Just leave it be,” he chuckled and shook his head.
“Whatever you say, my King,” he added as I stepped through the threshold with her. I tugged her closer, and Damian moved
toward the fire chucking another log in it before walking into the bathroom, and I heard the bath running. I glanced at him as he
walked out, and he shrugged.
“What, do you plan on putting her to bed filthy and covered in blood and dirt?” he asked.
“I know what you’re doing,” I growl at him.
“And what is that, my King?” Damian smirked, and I narrowed my eyes at him, his lips tugging into a smirk. He knew exactly
what he was doing, trying to force me to break down the walls of the bond. He knew the more time spent with her would awaken
the bond, awaken her shift.
“Don’t play dumb,” I snap at him before looking down at her. She was filthy, mud matted in her hair, and her porcelain skin now
stained red. Blood drenched my chest, neck, and face from her claw marks, and I sighed.
“I will have some clothes sent over for you,” Damian said before turning and walking out of the room. Biting the inside of my lip
before I sighed, I moved toward the bathroom before sitting on the edge of the giant bathtub with Ivy on my lap. Quickly stripping
her b**e, I looked away from her naked body, my urges tempted to taste her flesh and smother her in my scent. The bond may
be weak for her, but it had never been stronger for me, especially as I felt her essence weave through mine. Reaching over, I
shut the taps off before stepping into the bath and settling her on my lap, making sure to keep her head above water. Her back
rested against my chest. Reaching for a cloth, I begin to wash her.
Not once did she stir as I cleaned her, her mark still weeping with blood as it tried to heal. It wasn’t until Damian cleared his
throat from the bathroom doorway, his back turned slightly, that I realized I was licking her. I shook my head, not remembering
when I gave myself over to instinct. Her neck and face were completely cleaned, and I glared at the ceiling. A growl slipped from
me at Damian’s following words.
“Does she taste good, my king?” he taunted.
“Are you trying to irritate me on purpose? I didn’t f*****g realize I was doing it until you made a noise.” I snapped back.
“Instinct shouldn’t be ignored,” Damian said simply. That was easy for him to say, he hadn’t found his mate, and his probably
wasn’t a traitor.

“Clothes are on the bed, towels by the sink,” he said, walking out. I glanced at the sink basin and shook my head before
reluctantly climbing out and bringing Ivy with me. What a mission it was trying to dry her and me when she had no movement.
Giving up on trying to dress her after pulling one of my shirts over her head, I laid her on the bed, tugging the blankets up over
her before pulling on the shorts Damian brought in for me.
Moving back to the bathroom, I examined my face. Her claw marks were deep, especially across my cheek and temple.
Prodding it, it started bleeding, and I grabbed a hand towel, pressing it against it as I walked back out of the bathroom. Grabbing
her hand, I examined her fingers.
Wondering how she managed to claw me up so badly. Werewolf claws could do some damage, but it was like I slashed with a
knife, not werewolf claws. The only damage that caused this sort of destruction to a Lycan was usually caused by another
Lycan’s claws. Placing her hand down, I moved toward my old bar, searching for liquor. Finding none, I called for Dustin to
retrieve it for me along with a set of handcuffs before settling on the couch by the fire; I turned my chair, so I could see her while I
waited for him.