Page 58 of His Lycan Luna Queen

“Not unless you ask. Or they get too close to you,” Trey yawns. I look at Dustin, who also just shrugs.

“Liam can handle himself,” he says, looking unperturbed by his boyfriend getting his ass handed to him.

“Stay the fuck away from my mate!” Damian spits at Liam. But good old Liam just doesn’t know when to shut his mouth, and I eye-roll so hard I swear I catch a glimpse of my brain when Liam laughs like a maniac.

“Not my fault. She likes me more than you,” Liam taunts. That crazy ass Lycan has a death wish, and death is coming for him. As Damian spins on his heel so quickly, Liam only jumps out of the way of his foot as Damian goes to stomp him.

Damian’s foot misses him by mere inches when Liam punches Damian’s inner thigh as he reaches down to try to grab him. Which makes Damian grunt, and he drops his head.

Liam takes that opportunity to uppercut him. I hear the sound of his teeth gnashing before all hell breaks loose. Dustin sighs, stepping in front of us, acting as a shield. My heart skips a beat, and I grab Abbie, ripping her away as they come flying toward us. Trey quickly moves to block me as Liam comes flying toward us from a kick to the stomach. Trey grabs him, shoving him away and toward the doors, while Dustin shoves us behind him to the side.

“Out now!” Trey snarls, pointing toward the door while glaring at Liam, and I feel Kyson wake, and by God, they want to run before he gets here. Liam bows and looks at Dustin.

“Come on, Dustin, you can kiss my boo-boo’s better,” Liam purrs. Dustin growls and watches as he saunters out, and Trey blocks Damian as he follows him.

“Go, Trey is with me,” I tell Dustin, and he sighs, rushing off after him.

Tandi appears to be in shock, and she gasps when Damian turns his head to look at her. He looks menacing. And I don’t blame her at all for not wanting to go with him. His chest rises and falls heavily with each panting breath he takes.

“Tandi now!” Damian clicks his fingers at her, but she shakes her head, eyes wide as she stares at him petrified.

“I’m good here. You go ahead.” But not petrified enough to defy him.

“It wasn’t a question. Now!” His demand of her makes her eyes narrow. She clearly isn’t impressed by him making demands of her, and it isn’t like she was doing anything wrong. They were only dancing, or is that not allowed? I wasn’t sure what appropriate male and female interactions are outside my guards, so I’m not sure. Then again, Kyson, I know, easily becomes jealous, especially with Trey. Dustin, not so much, but he has even had his moments with him.

Abbie snickers behind me, cupping her mouth with her hands. She has been in fits of giggles since the first glass of wine. She can’t even stand upright properly. Abbie is leaning against me, and I am sure she will topple over if I move. Damian’s head twists at the noise she makes before recognition dawns on him. His eyes soften slightly as he peers at her.

“Abbie, Gannon is on his way to get you. I sent Clarice to watch Tyson,” he tells her.

“What! You speak to her nicely while I get yelled at for doing the same thing!” Tandi snarls, outraged.

“You’re older. You should know better! And she wasn’t dancing with the man whose initials are carved into her damn thigh!”

Tandi rolls her eyes and folds her arms across her chest, popping her hip, which is a big mistake from where her pajama pants have ridden up, exposing the white scar marring her skin.

Damian snarls at her as if she did it deliberately, and she realizes the mistake, quickly fixing her stance as his eyes lock on her. He growls, stalking toward her, and my feet move when he grabs her. I shove past Trey as she squeals. Her small body hits the floor as he pins her.

“Damian!” I snap. Trey races past me just as she screams.

Everything goes to shit. Trey tries to pry him away, and I see blood spill on the floor and Tandi screams a blood-curdling scream that makes my heart leap into my throat just as Trey rips him back. The inside of her thigh is all bloody, and Trey growls at him just as Kyson rushes into the room and rips Trey off Damian.

But my eyes are on Tandi’s thigh, torn to pieces by his claws. Tears brim in her eyes as she looks at where he carved his name, or half of it, on her leg with his claws. Damian, coming back to his senses somewhat, stares at what he did, yet his anger is quick to grip him in this heightened state.

“I think I am going to be sick,” Abbie says behind me, and I turn to see her face white as a sheet. She staggers and is about to hit the ground when Gannon is suddenly beside her. He scoops her legs out from under her, and she pukes all over his shirt the moment he does.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

“But I feel better now,” she nods. Gannon blinks down at her before lifting his head to look past me at Kyson.

“My King?” Gannon asks.

“Go, Trey and I have him.” Kyson answers.

“Night,” he says, walking off with Abbie, who has officially passed out from either fear or alcohol or both.

I grab the napkins from when we had cake, pressing them against her leg, trying to clean it up. Trey taps me on the shoulder, and I move aside, letting him tend to her. When I rise to my feet, it’s to see Kyson glaring at his Beta while Damian is glaring at Trey’s hands on her leg.

“He’s helping her, back off!” Kyson tells Damian in a warning. He is livid, and I hope it isn’t directed at me. I can tell he isn’t impressed waking without me beside him, but he doesn’t mention it, and I can tell he is trying to keep himself calm despite also feeling the urge to drag me out of the room.

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