His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 100

Kyson POV

I tap Azalea‘s leg. I needed to speak with Gannon, Liam, and Damian. Something was amiss. Yet when

I went to get up, Azalea grabbed my hand. Her nervousness smashed into me, so I stopped. “It‘s

alright, love, we‘ll figure it out,” || tell her, moving past her. I stopped again when she refused to let go of

my hand.

“Azzy, love,” I try to assure her.

“Peter is waiting for us in the kitchen,” she blurts out, and I look at her.

Peter was back on the castle grounds? I thought her nervousness and worry were over Crux, not over

her damn brother. I growl, furious that he would come back here. More importantly, how did he get past

my guard?

“I‘ll handle it,” I tell her when she jumps to her feet.

“No, I want to help him,” she blurts out, and I stop as I grip the door handle.

“No, Azalea, I won‘t allow that,” I tell her. Hasn‘t he taken enough from us? I accepted her decision,

allowing him to live. That was enough for me. I certainly didn‘t want to be helping him.

“Ester abandoned him again. His grandparents kicked him out. He has been staying by the stables and

at the river.” she tells me.

“The answer is no, Azalea. He was not to come back on castle grounds,”

“He is a boy, Kyson,” Azalea defends him.

“And some would still say you‘re just a girl, Azalea. You are not much older than him. He knows right

from wrong. He knew what he was doing,” I tell her. How does she not see that?

“Can we just hear him out, please?” she asks. My mate was far too forgiving. Almost as if since he was

her blood, she felt she had to give him a second chance. But sometimes second chances turn into third

and fourth chances until eventually it costs your life or ruins everything you have built. I won‘t lose my

mate to him again.

“You aren’t obligated to help or love him, Azalea. Not after what he did,” I tell her.

“I know that, Kyson. Peter isn‘t bad. He made a mistake.” She defends him.

“A mistake? It was more than a mistake, Azalea. That so–called mistake cost our daughter‘s life,” I tell

her, and she flinches at the mention of our loss.

“We all make mistakes, Kyson. He will live with his mistakes for the rest of his life. I just don‘t want my

brother to be one of mine. I don‘t want that guilt hanging over me, and I need to know I tried.”

“No, Azzy. This is just your genes talking, not common sense. Your gifts, the infinite need you‘ll always

have to help. to love, and nurture. Unfortunately, that is one trait I will always hate that your mother has

passed down to you. You‘ll always feel obligated, even above and beyond reason.” Azalea says

nothing.

She knows I am right. But I also know she wouldn‘t be able to handle the guilt if something happened

to him if she didn‘t help. Damn, Azure‘s handing that down. I learned so much reading those few

passages of Cedric‘s book.

Azure‘s were magnificent for their ability to forgive and move on, for their elemental gifts, and for being

empathetic, it made me wonder if that was part of why Tatiana put up with Garret and remained with

him. Unfortunately, she also inherited a few of her father‘s traits. I had seen that first hand and been on

the receiving end of it.

His temper, his command, and his bite. We were yet to see all of Azalea‘s moon–blessed gifts, and I

think the possibilities are infinite when it comes to Azalea. Because one thing I realized with stattling

clarity and why the moon goddess blessed both bloodlines with opposing gifts, they were to balance

the other out. They were never supposed to come together, for it would throw off balance.

Opposites don‘t always attract. One was benevolent and the other malevolent, but once together, they

detonated. Together, they were unstoppable and an impossible force to reckon with, and I suddenly

understood Garret Landeena‘s purpose in marrying Tatiana Azure. It was to gain what he was lacking,

another power trip. Yet such qualities together would make it near impossible to live with. Landeena‘s

ego would always overrule any guilt he felt.

“You know I am right, yet you want to help him anyway, Love. Want to find some redeeming quality, but

what if there isn‘t one?” I ask her. She looks away from me and swallows. I could feel that Landeena

temper rise within her. That need to know was just as strong, so I knew I was on the losing end of this

argument. That Landeena stubbornness would be the death of me and possibly her if we weren‘t

careful.

“I need to know. I can‘t abandon him as everyone else has.” she says with finality in her voice.

“Are you sure you are doing this for him or for you, Azzy? What is it you‘re hoping comes out of this?”

“Both. Kyson, I want peace. I won‘t get that by knowing I could have helped but didn‘t. I won‘t get peace

from turning my back on him.”

Hearing her words, the guilt and anger behind them, I knew my assumptions were right. To live with

such passion, guilt, anger, and confusion was exhausting for her. She needed this, even if it hurt her in

the end. She needed to know she did all she could to save him.

Typical Azure trait. Azure‘s sacrifice would be seen as never enough in their own eyes. Azalea was

never supposed to exist; she was both Landeena and Azure. She inherited both bloodlines, along with

it their best and worst traits of them.

Love and war that is what the Azures and Landeenas represent. Selfishness, greed, ego, and power

were the Landeena kingdom‘s undoing. Love, compassion, loyalty, and sacrifice were the Azures.

Two things I now recognize in Azalea. Love and war, she inherited both. She loved fiercely, forgave

quickly, became angered easily, and went to war for those she loved even if they didn‘t deserve her

Love. And I feared that would be my Queen‘s undoing. And I knew the gifts bestowed on her had also

cursed her. This is why the Goddess made them the opposite. Therefore, they were never to be fated

together. Neither‘s power could outweigh the other, and the illusion of peace evened the playing field.

Until they learned each other‘s weaknesses and realized what they lacked was in the other.

With a sigh, I kneel before her. I wish she would see reason and the fear I have of her getting too close

to the boy that almost destroyed her. Destroyed us. And she expects me to watch that again.

“Last chance Azzy, I mean it. No more helping after this, promise me. If he hurts you, promise me you

will not give him any more of your time. Promise to let me deal with him,”

“But he‘s a Landeena?” she whispers. Yet that immunity would no longer protect him from me if he hurt

her or tried to get between us again.

But you are not, you may be born of them, but you aren‘t your father, you aren‘t your mother, you are

Valkyrie now, mine as I am yours. I won‘t watch him destroy you again. I won‘t allow him to destroy

what we have built. And I certainly won‘t stand by and watch you destroy yourself over him. So promise

me, this is the last time. If Peter does one thing wrong, you let me end him,” I tell her. Azalea swallows

but lets out a breath.

“Last time,” she whispers, and I sigh before pulling her to her feet.

“We‘ll deal with Peter, and then I need to speak with the guard, including yours. I want to be prepared

for anything.” I tell her.

“Crux said he was sending you the coordinates of Larkin‘s whereabouts, though.”

“Yes, he said he would. But I have a funny feeling he is buying time, trying to throw us off. He will find

some excuse not to send them right away,” I tell her.