His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 186

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 185

Book 2 His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 61

Jarit my teeth as I watch Cedric rise to his feet; he bows to me.

Honestly, I had waited for this and knew without a doubt it would happen.

Landeena guards were always and foremost for the empress or emperor, just like my men serve for me.

“We heard of her return, my King, we mean no disrespect.

We appreciate your generosity in taking the Landeena people in.

Still, we always stand behind Landeena.

We just needed to be sure, and when her power vibrated through the sires, we knew she truly was a Landeena,” Cedric says, bowing his head.

My brows furrow at his words, and I look toward Trey, who nods to Cedric, and it makes me wonder how far back Cedric and Trey went.

It was clear Cedric respected Trey, but for whatever reason, it remained unknown.

“Keep her guardian close, my King.

Trey is your biggest asset.

There is a reason Tatiana forced Garret to sire Trey to their daughter,” Cedric says before offering me the Landeena sword.

Trey holds out his arms for Azalea, and I hesitate a second before eventually handing her to him, and he swiftly walks off.

“You will come to see me the moment Liam returns to stand guard,” I tell Trey while taking the sword.

Surprisingly, it was quite light.

The Landeena crest and marking ran the length of the blade.

“No need, I have returned my King,” Liam calls out somewhere, and I look up from the sword.

My eyes glance around the crowd of Landeena people, and Trey stops mid-stride to turn to face me.

Liam pushes through the crowd, his hands wrapped around Peter’s arm and Ester’s.

Cedric growls at Ester, and she flinches away when Cedric steps directly in Liam’s path.

“You dare taint the Landeena name with your spawn” Cedric snarls at her but ultimately leaves her fate to me and steps aside.

I glance at Trey, but Cedric is the one who explains.

“Trey came to me when looking for Ester’s parents.

I was the one that escorted the whore home.

” Cedric explains, and Trey growls when Liam shoves Ester toward me.

I press my lips in a line looking at Cedric.

“This sire your people have?

” I asked curiously.

“To the firstborn Landeena true heirs, not illegitimate spawn, I knew I should have killed her when Trey told me to,” Cedric says, nodding to Trey before following his people off the castle grounds.

“Delivered alive, my king,” Liam says before tugging his shirt off.

He tosses it at Ester, who crouches at my feet.

I sneer at her, not wanting her anywhere near me.

“Cover-up,” Liam snarls at her before walking off toward Trey.

He holds his arms out for Azalea, and Trey passes her limp body to him.

“My office now, Trey.

And someone find Damian,” I tell them before turning on my heel and walking off.

I knew they would follow.

If not it would be stupid for her to try and run again with the Landeena guard present, having just walked off.

I didn’t doubt Cedric to actually kill her.

His snarl of disgust showed how he felt about her.

Yet I had questions and I wanted answers.

Damian was leaning against my office door when I came in.

He rubs his eyes, looking like he has only just awoken.

He pushes my door open, and I step inside, followed by Ester and Peter.

Trey walked in behind them.

Falling into my chair, I sing out to Clarice who pops her head in.

I knew she would be hovering around somewhere.

She nodded to me, knowing what I wanted before wandering off.

“I am stationed outside her door.

The Queen is tucked in bed nice and safe,” Liam mind links.

“When she wakes, bring her to me.

” I tell him before cutting off the link.

Looking around the room, Peter 5 moved toward the window on the far wall looking out.

His mother stood in front of him, and I motioned toward the chair next to Trey across from me.

He growled but said nothing and only looked away when she sat beside him.

Damian flops down onto the chaise near the window where Peter is standing nervously and as pale as a ghost.

I wanted to boil the bastard alive, yet Azalea had mercy on him for some reason.

“Someone better start talking.

And fast,” I tell him, leaning back in my chair.

Neither of them speaks until Damian does.