His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 155

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 155 – Azalea POV

Everything was some big secret around here and it was driving me up the wall, yet at least they listened when I told them not to follow. I needed fresh air. I felt suffocated with everyone hovering constantly. It was driving me nuts.

However, it didn’t take long before Kyson was in my head. I shoved him out. I was a little shocked at how easy it was when angry. If only I could do that when I was not angry, I would have to practice.

When I walked out, I moved toward the fruit trees and saw Peter picking fruit with the gardener. He waved excitedly and I waved back while walking over to them. Peter jogs over to me and hugs me. “Hey, I haven’t seen you in days,” he states.

“Want to help pick fruit with us?” he asks, and I look around. I wanted to get as far away from the castle grounds as I was allowed.

“Na. Do you want to go for a walk with me? I am hiding from my guards,” I chuckle. Peter looks over at the gardener, who shrugs and waves him off.

“Where do you want to walk?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “We could walk by the river. It is pretty high at the moment from the floods upstream coming down it,” he offers.

“Yeah, I am not fond of water,” I tell him.

“Oh, well, we could go to the stables. I am supposed to clean out the stables today but got hauled up to help pick b****y fruit,”

“Ah, I think I prefer the river walk to shoveling p**p,” I tell him, and he chuckles.

“It’s a date then,” he says, looping his arm through mine. We headed toward the river. Peter was right. The river was quite high and flowing fast. We sat down on the bank for a bit.

“So, how did you start working here?” I asked him.

“I live with grandparents, and they used to be servants here and got me the job,”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dad, no idea. Mum dumped me with them when I was born. I see her every now then, but she doesn’t really have much to do with me. She prefers to pretend I don’t exist. I am her d***y little secret.” He tells me. Well, that sounded a bit harsh.

“Your father?” he shrugs.

“Mum didn’t know his name, or so she claims,”

“What does your mother do?” I ask him.

“Works at the grocery store in town. It’s easier to pretend I don’t have a mother. It’s easier that way,”

“I’m sorry Peter, that sucks,” I tell him.

“All good. My grandparents are good enough for me,” he says, getting to his feet.

“I’ll race you back?” he says, offering me his hand. I take it and he pulls me to my feet.

“Ah, I probably shouldn’t,” I tell him. The last thing I need is to fall over or injure myself. Kyson would never let me leave the room and wrap me in bubble wrap.

“Oh right, that probably isn’t Queenly,” Peter chuckles.

“No, it’s not that,” I tell him, my hand going instinctively to my barely-there bump. Peter’s eyes follow my hands and he gasped.