His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 48

Ivy POV All-day I worked with Abbie around the castle. Clarice was in an excellent mood, and the place seemed to buzz. Clarice even let Abbie choose her own chores halfway through the day, so we spent it outside raking while chucking the leaves at each other. It was the most fun we had had in ages. Both my guard and Damian followed me like my shadow. But even Dustin and Beta Damian joined when we had our leaf fight. It was great spending the day with Abbie, but when Damian got finished mind- linking the King, he called me over to him. I wandered over, pulling leaves from my hair.

“My Queen, it is time to go in. I think a storm is coming, and it is best you come inside before it rains,” he stated, turning all business-like again.

“Just a while longer, please?”

“I’m sorry, my Queen, I must insist. The King wants you in bed by 8 PM,”

“Fine, but stop calling me your Queen,” his lips tugged up in the corners and he nodded.

“As you wish,” I said goodbye to Abbie, feeling a little sad I had to go. That sadness grew worse once back in the room. His scent was everywhere, and before I could stop myself, I dashed to the bed and rolled all over it. I rolled myself up in the blanket, soaking up his scent, breathing it in. However, pain twinged in my chest that he wasn’t here with me.

I was still squirming and rolling across the bed like a madwoman when Beta Damian walked in with my dinner. I froze, then growled at him; the noise threatening. It startled me and cut off abruptly when I realized what I had done. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

“Sorry, Beta Damian,” I apologized quickly.

“You can call Damian Ivy, and don’t be. Kyson was worried you may fret without him. It must be hard to be away from him,” he placed a tray of food on the coffee table, yet I wasn’t hungry.

“If you get too uncomfortable without him, sing out, I will be in the hall all night anyway, but maybe put some of his clothes on. It will help,” he said before nodding and leaving the room. Once showered, got out and put on one of Kyson’s shirts and picked at my food, not really tasting it, my hunger gone.

All night, I tossed and turned, my stomach cramping and pain I couldn’t explain ravaged through me. The pain was almost crippling as it writhed through me. I felt manic and delirious, snapping and snarling, pacing the room. I did not know what was wrong with me, but everything was telling me to leave, to go and look for him. I must have started crying again because the door burst open, and I burrowed under the blankets on the bed. My growl was thunderous, and I tore off the bed, about to a****k, before stopping when Beta Damian grabbed my arms.

“Ivy, it is me. Your Beta.” I shook my head and clutched my chest. Embarrassment washed over me, but it was nothing compared to the pain I felt. The distress and anguish in my chest hurt most.

“What is wrong with me?” I cried, collapsing on the ground.

“You’re fretting. It’s natural. I will ring the King. Maybe speaking to him will help ease the discomfort.” I nodded. Beta Damian pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed the King. I listened to it ring before he stepped closer to the bookshelf. They spoke for a bit, and I couldn’t quite hear what was said, but the King sounded angry.

“Kyson, she is right here; I will put her on,” the King said something back to him.

“What do you mean?” Damian asked. And I could have sworn I heard him say he didn’t want to speak to me.

“Can you at least tell me what is wrong?” Damian asked.

“But My King, but she fretting, could you please maybe just talk to her on the phone until she falls asleep?”

“My King?” Damian looked at his phone before I saw his eyes glaze over.

A few minutes later, Dustin stepped into the room and watched me warily, but I had calmed now and wanted to know what happened to Kyson.

“Can you get a hold of anyone? The King seems to be blocking me out,” Damian asked Dustin. We watched his eyes glaze over, but eventually, Dustin shook his head and shrugged.

“Have you heard anything about what has happened?” Damian asked him.

“No, Beta, the King, and his men don’t contact me directly,” Dustin answered, and Damian nodded his head, muttering under his breath.

“Maybe fetch Clarice for me or Abbie. Yes, get Abbie and bring her here. She might help,” Beta Damian said while my nails dug into the floorboards as I tried to figure out why Kyson didn’t want to speak with me.

“As soon as I get a hold of him, I will put him on, my Queen, but hopefully Abbie can help you rest,” I nodded and waited for her to arrive. Damian kept trying to the King. However, the King kept rejecting his calls and blocking the Mind link.

Abbie came, and for a while, I was restless. She climbed in the bed with me and stayed while cried myself to sleep. Both of us had no idea of this fretting thing. All I knew was I never wanted to experience it again. It was horrible, and the night turned into the longest one I had ever suffered through.

When I woke the next morning, Abbie was no longer beside me and I had no doubt that she left to do her chores, yet I felt different. My sense of smell was remarkably stronger as I lay curled under the blankets. My mouth watered, and the pain returned when I suddenly found I had wandered into the closet. I lay beneath all his hanging clothes. I didn’t even remember walking in here, let alone pulling the clothes from the hangers. It looked like a bird’s nest was made in here out of his clothes.

The door opening caused the hairs on my arms to rise as a fresh scent hit my nose, and I didn’t like it. It was interfering with the King’s.

Beta Damian froze as he walked into the room, calling out to me. Yet I couldn’t take my eyes off the intruder. Dustin walked in with a tray of food and my eyes tracked him when Beta Damian’s hand fell on his shoulder.

“Don’t move” Beta Damian murmured, not removing his eyes from me. Dustin looked where Damian was staring when a growl could be heard, and I jumped at the sound, looking for where it came from. Did I make that noise?

“Ivy, Dustin will place the tray down, and we will go, okay?” Why was he talking to me like that? I glanced down, wondering why he was acting weird, when I realized my fingers were bleeding and claws had slipped out. Startled, I looked at them, holding my hands up, examining them.

“What?” I stopped, my speech sounding slurred. I touched my mouth to find my canines had slipped out. My gasp of shock was loud in my ears.

“You’re fine, Ivy. You are just nesting,” Damian said. Nesting? Do I look like a d**n bird?