His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His found Lycan Luna Chapter 74

i Damian stared at me in confusion as I stared at him. What did he mean? Who was Taylor? She is

standing right in front of him?

“Hello, can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Did you give me your whore name?” Damian

demanded, and I gasped at what he called her. Yet she snarled, spinning on her heel to glare at him.

“I’m Taylor. It’s my birth name. My middle name is what I go by now,” Taylor snaps at him. Damian takes

a step back from her before growling at her and wincing as if he was pained.

“And I want you to hand over my son before you drop him,” Taylor growls, holding her arms out to the air.

“Not until I know you are inside and not going to try to run off on me again,” he retorts. He then shakes

his head when I notice the bundled-up toddler sleeping soundly in his arms. A smirk crosses Liam’s face

as he prepares to assist Dustin in removing a few

suitcases from the car as he snickers behind him,

“Give me my son, you prick, before I cut your balls off,” she snarls at him, pulling my attention away from

Dustin, who I was still yet to release from my command. Using the mind link, I send Trey a message

telling him to get to Abbie and bring her here as soon as possible. A few seconds later, he darts back

inside the castle as he rushes away from beside me.

“Woah, woah, what the fuck is going on? Who is she, why is she here, and—” Kyson sighs, looking

between all of us, and Damian is the one who responds to his question.

“Tandi, Taylor, whatever her name is, was one of the girls from the brothel—” Damian sighs and looks

rather exhausted, as if he has tried to explain this story to everyone a thousand times. she is also my

mate,” Damian says, scrubbing a hand down his face while holding the child closer and rocking him with

one arm, wincing as he does so.

“Tandi, I don’t go by Taylor anymore. She died a long time ago,” Taylor says, and I got that. To me, Ivy

felt dead, too. She was the person I once was, and I no longer identify myself with that name or person I

used to be anymore. Having experienced so much in the past few months, I didn’t believe it would be

ever possible for me to relate to the person I once was.

Kyson gapes at Damian in shock, not being able to conceal the shock in his face. However, it was less

shocking to me that he was her mate than it was to discover that she was still alive after all this time. Mrs

Daley told us she was dead, yet hearing she was sent to work at a brothel all this time was horrifying.

“What the heck is going on around here? Everyone is finding their damn mates these days, so much for

it being a rare occurrence,” Kyson mutters, nudging me.

“Yeah, I sure a shit don’t want to be catching that damn disease. I will need to get me some mate

repellant, ain’t that right Dusty poo,” Liam says, coming over to us. The nickname was not appreciated by

Dustin, and he flipped him off while Damian glared at him, and I wondered what Liam said that Damian

was so upset about.

“Well, Tandi, I’m Azalea. Nice to see you again,” I smile. Her brows furrow in confusion, and she looks at

me oddly.

“Why does that name sound so familiar to me?” she ponders. “And what are you doing here, and where

is Abbie?” she asks, trying to take her son from Damian, but Damian holds him higher, not allowing it. :

“It’s a long story, and Abbie?” I smile to myself as I hear her coming up behind us. The sound of hurried

footsteps caught my attention, and I turned to see Abbie standing in her tracks as she stumbles out of

the door. In a state of shock, Trey grips her arm to keep her steady as her mouth opens and closes in

shock. As Abbie looks at me with the same shock that I felt upon seeing Taylor, I find myself sputtering

as I see the look on her face as she looks at me for confirmation, as if she doesn’t believe what she’s

seeing.

Several steps behind her, Gannon and Tyson emerge from the castle. I watch as Abbie’s lip quivers

when I nod to her, telling her it was Taylor before her feet were moving quickly, and she collides with

Tandi. There was barely enough time for Tandi to catch her before Abbie’s legs and arms were wrapped

around her.

“I thought you were dead,” Abbie gushes, squeezing her tight, and I move closer. Taylor, who is now

Tandi, reaches over, squishing us together as she embraces us. “How, how?” Abbie says, placing her

feet down as tears stream down her face. Kyson, Gannon, and Damian all just stood there gawking at us

while we fussed over each other when Tandi turned to Damian and pins him with her glare.

“My son, now. I did what you asked,” she said, and Damian looked at her, but it was Gannon who

nudged Damian to hand her son back.

“Give her son back. She looks like she bites, like an angry gremlin,” Gannon mumbles.

“She fucking does. She bit me already, twice actually, while pitching a fit,” Damian growls in annoyance

as he reluctantly hands her son to her.

“You have a child?” gushed Abbie as she pulled back the blankets to take a closer look at the toddler in

Tandi’s arms. Turning back to Gannon, she holds out her arms for Tyson, who flails in Gannon’s arms,

wanting her to take him into her arms.