His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 235

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 110

Azalea POV

She was gone, and I watched in horror as Gannon stole her from me, clutching her to his chest, and I felt dead. Like I took my last breath when she did, all life left me. She died for me and I felt completely and utterly numb until I heard his voice slice through the air as it mocked me. His slow methodical clap made me see red as I lifted my head to see I was circled by the Landeena and Valkyrie Guard, shielding me instead of fighting.

My eyes scanned the destruction to find Kyson getting to his feet not far from me. The sight of my mate made my heart beat when Crux’s voice brought me back to my surroundings.

He took Abbie from me. He wouldn‘t take my mate too. “I have waited for this day since I learned of your birth,” Crux laughed. My blood boiled, sizzled and my skin warmed with tage.

“The almighty Landeenas finally fall. The Landeena Kingdom should have been mine. He promised it to me. I took down my own mother‘s Kingdom for it!” he yelled as everyone halted under his voice. The hunter‘s guns trained on us. They knew we were cornered and thought there was no way out for us.

That fucking name. That fucking name everyone was obsessed with. The Landeena name meant nothing to me anymore. I know the sins that name carried; the heartache bestowed upon the Kingdoms from it, and the reign of terror it has caused.

I could feel the blood of that name burn through me along with my mothers, feel it in my toes as they tingled along with my rage. Yet I wasn‘t just Landeena. My father‘s name brought shame to me. I no longer wanted it. Crux could have it. That name took more from me than anything else.

Yet as I watched Gannon clutch my sister‘s dead body in his arms as Liam tried to pry Abbie free of him, it angered me more. Gannon fights him, trying to draw her nearer, when Liam punches him and knocks him back, his hands replacing Gannon‘s as he brings his hand down on her chest, pumping her heart as if he could save her and bring her back to us. Turning my head and seeing my mate on his knees made pure rage slivers white–hot through me. The ground vibrated beneath me, and I could feel its energy, breathe life into me like it was part of me.