Page 25 of His Lycan Luna Queen

“What’s wrong?” I ask before quickly mindlinking Damian.

‘Damian, stop. I’m up. I’ll wake him, but stop yelling,’I tell him, my thoughts filled with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion.

‘I’m not yelling. Wake him up. I’m downstairs, and we have an issue,’Damian mindlinks back sternly. I refocus my attention on Trey.

Trey sniffs me suspiciously. “You’ve been drinking?” he asks, his voice tinged with concern.

“Stupidly, yes. Help me wake Kyson. Damian was mindlinking,” I admit, feeling a sense of guilt wash over me. Pushing the door open wider, I let Trey inside. He movestowards the bed and shakes Kyson awake while I quickly retrieve my robe. But Trey’s sudden shriek catches my attention, and I glance at him in surprise as Kyson hugs him tightly, almost crushing Trey against his chest. Trey manages to push himself free from Kyson’s grip, clearly bewildered.

“Stop, Azzy,” Kyson mumbles, his voice filled with sleep and confusion. I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation as Kyson suddenly sniffs Trey’s hair, causing Trey to recoil. Kyson’s eyes fly open, and Trey goes flying as panic courses through the bond as he lurches upright. His eyes go to me, and he lets out a breath, noticing I am fine, before glaring at Trey.

“Why the fuck were you in my bed?!” Kyson snaps, rubbing his eyes.

“I was waking you up, not climbing into bloody bed with you!” Trey retorts, his frustration evident as he gets to his feet. He shakes his head, muttering under his breath about Alpha Kings being idiots. Kyson glares at Trey’s retreating figure before turning his attention back to me.

“What’s going on?”

“Damian needs you downstairs,” I inform Kyson, my own headache intensifying with each passing moment.

“He’s back?” Kyson asks, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“You were drinking?”

Kyson shakes his head in disbelief.

“No. You did enough of that to affect my damn bond. Thanks for the headache,” Kyson says sarcastically, getting to his feet. He grabs a shirt and quickly pulls it on before walking over to me. He kisses my head tenderly before tying my robe together.

“Are you coming?”

“I’m allowed? I thought I would have to fight you to go down there,” I reply, my voice laced with a mixture of surprise and relief.

“You wouldn’t win,” he chuckles softly.

“Really?” I challenge playfully.

“Mm,” he hums, grabbing my hand gently.

“I reckon I could take you,” I tease, a smirk playing on my lips.

“I reckon you could try,” he laughs, leading me out of the room.

He kisses the back of my hand before leading me downstairs.

He yawns and shakes his head. “I was actually having a good sleep until Trey climbed into my damn bed to snuggle with me!” he growls, his annoyance evident.

“I did no such thing! And you’re a terrible hugger,” Trey retorts.

“Azalea doesn’t mind,” Kyson says, his voice filled with affection.

“Yeah, probably because you didn’t crush her in your armpit like you did to me,” Trey interjects, causing both of us to chuckle as they continue to bicker. When we hear a commotion outside.

I can see cars lined up, and the sound of Damian arguing with someone reaches my ears.

Stepping outside, I find Damian engaged in a heated argument with a woman, the car door blocking my view of her face, but for some reason, her voice is familiar.

“Bloody hell, woman! How many times do I have to tell you? I am the King’s beta! I live here! What do you think? I would bring you here if I didn’t?” Damian snaps angrily. Suddenly, the sound of a crying child fills the air.

“Great! Now you woke him,” Damian mutters, standing upright and revealing the toddler in his arms.

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