His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 112

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 112 – “Sleep on the bed if you want. I promise I will remain here,” I tell him. Dustin shakes his head. Instead, follows me toward the couch. I retrieve my tablet and open it up and book before deciding to do something educational. Dustin stood there watching me, and l raised an eyebrow at him.

“You are supposed to be sleeping,” I tell him, patting the couch. He purses his lips.

‘Don’t make me try to order you. It will probably just embarrass me when I can’t,” I chuckle, and his lips tug in the corners, but he reluctantly sits, and I chuck the throw blanket over him.

“Now, sleep,” I tell him.

“Yes, boss,” he laughed, closing his eyes. It didn’t take him long before he fell asleep, and after an hour, he fell sideways into me, his head resting in my lap while I was trying to work out how to do the strange letter in the book. It had a dash above it, but I couldn’t figure it out on the tablet. Giving up, I move to the following sentence when Damian comes in, and I hold a finger to my lips, pointing to Dustin asleep.

“He should be on guard,” Damian growls, and I growl back at him.

“Thirty-six hours he has been rostered on for,” I snap at him, and he seems taken aback.

“No, Trey is his relief,” Damian says, looking at Dustin.

“Trey was here earlier. Dustin didn’t trust him and sent him off.” Damian seemed confused but sighed.

“Fine, I will speak with Dustin when he wakes; I brought your lunch up,” Damian says, passing me a plate. I sit my plate on the arm of the armchair.

“The King?”

“In a foul mood,” Damian says. He straightened his black shirt, which had bread crumbs on it from the sandwich he had made me.

“Can you take me to see-” Damian holds up a hand, cutting me off?

“I know what you are going to ask. The answer is no, l have to go with the King to check out something. We will be gone for a few hours.”

I huff, annoyed. “The King said he would take you on the weekend. He will, Azalea, just be patient,”

“I can’t be patient when I know she is in trouble,”

“The King said she was fine,”

“It was an act!” I growl, becoming angry. Why won’t they believe me?

“My Queen, I don’t know what else to say, The King-“

“Yeah, the King said,” I growl, glaring at the plate.

“He has his reasons,” Damian defends him and growls. If he has reasons, why not tell me those d**n reasons? I just want to see her, that’s it. If she is fine, I will apologize for wasting his time, but until I do, I will keep pestering him because I know I am right!