His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 196

His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 196 Book 2. Chapter 71

And a challenge they were not. One kick to the head and the first one went tits up and the second a throat punch and a love tap had him sprawled over his buddy. This was their security? A child would put up more of a fight, take a hit better, too. These men had glass jaws, that is for sure.

Shaking my head, I stalk up the steps, following her peaches and cream scent through the halls. Yet the more I walked, the more pent-up rage filled me that she was making me hunt her down.

“I’m fine Stacey, just go. He will reject me and be gone once he hunts me down.” I hear her voice reach me through the thin walls.

Up here, this level wasn’t as dressy as the floor below, showing this may be where the women lived. The paint on the walls flaked and was peeling. The floors were in need of a good polish. Above my head, the lights flickered and were old-style, not like the led one’s downstairs. These were hanging lights that swayed and blinked the more I moved down the corridor.

Hearing a door up head I lift my gaze to see a woman step out of a room and she quickly closes it be fore spinning and spotting me, she drops her gaze hurrying to the neighboring room. Yet that brief opening of the door was enough for me to locate a strong whiff of my mate’s scent emanating out of the room she came out of

Approaching the door, I grip the locked door handle and twist it until the entire thing crumbles in my hand and disintegrates. I stare at the broken brass doorknob.

Some security systems they have, shit security officers and locks on doors that snap under the slight est pressure. Shoving the door inward, I hear shuffling and my eyes scan the sparsely furnished room be fore finding her in the corner by the tiny bathroom standing next to a crib.

“I told you, you don’t want me. Just let me set my son down so I don’t drop him when you reject me,” she says, stunning me.

Yet I couldn’t tear my gaze from the bundle wrapped in her arms. I blink in shock. A toddler was squirming, sucking his formula down. She sets him in his crib which had few toys. She messes his dark black hair before turning her focus back to me.

“I’m ready now. Get it over with?” She says swallowing yet I stared at her kid in the crib. He would only be about two years old.

‘The boy is yours?” I wondered how my luck could get any worse. My mate is a whore and now she has a kid?

“As I said. Get it over with,” she says, smiling sadly at her son.

“I’m Lycan. I can’t reject you unless you want it to risk killing one of us,” I tell her, stepping closer, yet she moves protectively in front of the crib where her son stared through the wooden bars up at his mother.

She curses, clearly not understanding but taking my word for it. “Well, I can’t leave with you. I already lost my daughter. I won’t risk my son, so you need to leave before they catch you here,” she says and I hear her sharp intake of breath and the way her heart rate increases.

“You have another kid?” | demand. Her lip quivers, and she looks up at the ceiling, blinking back tears before looking at me.

“Had. They killed her when she was four when I tried to escape with her. I won’t make that mistake again,” she says with a trembling voice, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

“Who killed her?” I ask disgusted someone would kill an innocent child.

“Her father did,” she says sniffling as she played with her son’s hair.

I look at the crib and nod once. “Pack your stuff. We are leaving,” I tell her.

“Did you not hear what I said? I am not risking my son,” she growls.

“You can bring him, he will be safe at the castle, you’ll be safe with me, and so will your son,” she laughs, wiping a stray tear while shaking her head.

“Nowhere is safe,” she mutters.

“What is safer than being with a Lycan?” I snap at her idiocy.

“His father is one!” she growls back and I blink at her, a little shocked. My eyes go to the crib where the boy is. Yet he was too young to distinguish yet because his scent was dominated by hers.

‘Who is the father?” she shakes her head and takes a step closer to the crib.

“Who is the father, Tandi?” I asked.

“Council Elder Larkin, Elder Larkin is Hunter’s father,” she says, and my brows almost shot into my hair line.

“He killed his own daughter,” I asked. If he did, that was a sure way to take down the council.

“No, Alpha Brock killed her. Paige was Alpha Brocks from-.”

“I’m aware of who Alpha Brock is. He is half the reason I am here. We are investigating the Rogue mur ders and looking for trafficked rogues,”

“Well, you’re looking at one. I was from Alpha Brock’s pack. I lived in the orphanage, run by that Mrs. Daley,” she says, shocking me further.

‘You were from the orphanage?”

“Yes, I was sold to Crux when I was 16 and worked here ever since,” she says swallowing, yet she ap peared to be in her mid-twenties, all that time my mate had suffered here in this place since she was a child herself?