His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall) novel Chapter 42

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 42 – He motioned for them to wait and they stopped their approach as I asked my next question. “What was her name?”

“Azalea,” he replied just as the men stepped closer to speak to him.

The King stopped to talk to one man, and I wandered around before stopping at the door. The song I used to love pops into my mind, and I hummed the tune as I stepped inside. It was the bedroom, and I knew I stumbled into the m****r scene by the forensic tape.

“Where did you hear that song?” The King asked, spooking me and making me jump; his footsteps were silent behind me.

The King stepped in, and I looked at him. “I don’t know, I just know it,” I told him, and he watched me curiously.

“Do you know it?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yes, it was Queen Tatiana and King Garrett’s wedding song. It then became the castle anthem the Queen used to sing,” he told me, and my brows furrowed.

He eyed me suspiciously, which I thought was strange before he started looking around the room. He stopped by the bed, and the old sheets were covered in blood. Old stains and stab marks were on the mattress.

“Come, you shouldn’t be in here,” he said, showing me back out. The King led me away, but he seemed distant and deep in thought.

“Your parents’ names. What were they?”

“My father’s name was Jordan and my mother Della,” the King nodded.

“Do you know their last names?” I shook my head, unsure.

“Why?”

“No reason, just odd. You know that song. It was only sung by the Queen and townsfolk; it was a ceremonial song,” he said, and I noticed Gannon and Damian had come over to listen to our conversation.

“My King, I know we were planning on staying the night. But…” Beta Damian said when the King waved him off.

“No, it is fine; I want to get Ivy home, anyway. You also need to ring that Alpha; I need her paperwork. I believe she is closer to shifting than we believe,” they both looked at me, and I blushed. I know they didn’t miss the two bite marks on him that his shirt didn’t cover.

The King hardly spoke on the way home, and we only stopped for fuel and continued driving through the night until we reached home late the following day. Abbie was waiting out the front for the luggage, and I bounced excitedly, wanting to go see her.

“Go on, I have a few things to do, anyway,” the King said, climbing out of the car.

“Remain with Ivy,” I heard him tell the guard that usually followed me everywhere. He nodded, and I rushed to lvy’s side. She embraced me and helped her carry the luggage to the laundry room. Clarice was in there when we entered.

Clarice smiled warmly at me while Abbie gushed excitedly after telling her the King wanted to claim me once I shifted on my birthday. Seeing her excitement put me more at ease. Reaching for a tunic of the shelf. Clarice cleared her throat.