His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

Chapter 231

His Found Lycan Luna Chapter 107

Azalea POV Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Dustin was beside me, holding my hand when my eyes fluttered open. Relief flooded me when I opened my eyes and saw the canopy over my bed, along with Dustin‘s face peering down at me, not Tanner‘s.

“Finally,” Dustin breathed, and I watched his eyes glaze over as he mind–links someone.

“Tyson, Tandi?” I ask.

“Downstairs, everyone is in the ballroom. This storm is horrendous,” Abbie says, and I feel the bed dip beside me. Abbie sweeps my hair back from my face. Tyson was on her lap, his head resting against her shoulder. He was fast asleep.

“Why the ballroom?” I croak, sitting up. Instantly pain rattles through my skull, and vertigo washes over me as I try to remember anything besides seeing Tandi chucked down the trapdoor.

“Love?” I hear Kyson‘s voice flit through my head, making me clutch it.

“Sorry, I will be up soon. You have a bad concussion,” he tells me, and I nod before remembering he can‘t see me.

Dustin taps my shoulder, and I look up. He holds a bottle of water out to me before passing me some pills.

“Painkillers,” he tells me, and I nod. He drops them into my palm, and I pop them into my mouth before he helps me tip the bottle to my lips so I can swallow them down.

“Where are you?” I mind–link Kyson trying to ignore how the mind–link feels like someone is drilling a hole in my head. I grit my teeth through it, and Dustin moves off the bed and wanders to my closet.

“I‘ll be there soon, but we found out some answers from Tanner,” he tells me.

“You‘re with Tanner? Where?”

“It doesn‘t matter where; I don‘t want you down here. I am sending Liam back up there to sit with you. He is swapping places with Gannon for a bit; he is now on his way to me.” Kyson says when Liam interrupts the link.

“I will be up soon, my Queen. Just need to shower quickly.” Liam tells me before he cuts the link.

“I‘ll see you soon,” Kyson assures me before he, too, cuts the link abruptly, and I don‘t even want to know what he is doing to Tanner.

“Once you‘re up to it, I will send for something to eat. You should try to eat,” Dustin tells me.

“Shouldn‘t we be heading to the ballroom?” I asked.

“No, the storm is almost over. We just put those living in the east and south wings down there. The roof leaked, and the place got flooded. And a tree fell through the servant‘s quarters wall. We are unscathed here so far.“

“Yeah, it is blowing over, though now I know you‘re awake and okay. I might go down and help Clarice and check on Tandi if you don‘t mind?” Abbie tells me.

“No, of course, you didn‘t have to wait with me,” I tell her, and she raises an eyebrow at me as if that was the stupidest thing I had ever said. I roll my eyes, causing me to wince at the motion, and she laughs softly. Abbie leans over and presses her lips to my head.

“More than my life,” I whisper.

“Always more,” she replies before cradling Tyson and wandering toward the door. Dustin asks Clarice to have one of the cooks bring up a snack despite telling him I was fine and just thirsty. Only ten or fifteen minutes later, Liam walked in freshly showered. His hair was still damp as he strolled into the room.

He pecks Dustin on the cheek, who was watching me like he was waiting for me to drop to the ground as I pull Kyson‘s robe on; Dustin got from the closet.

“Kyson said you got some information from Tanner?” Liam bites his bottom lip, and I raise an eyebrow waiting for him to answer.

“He was supplying the hunters and Vivienne with wolfsbane. We also found out the connection to the council and Ester,” Liam tells me. I sit back on the bed, and Dustin cracks his neck and yawns while tiredly stretching his arms above his head.

“What‘s the connection?” l yawn before glaring at Dustin. His yawning was contagious; I just woke up. No way! should be tired. He smirks and shakes his head.

“So turns out when Garret kicked out Ester. He ordered Crux to take her for an abortion.” Liam tells me.

“He ordered Crux to take her?” I asked shocked. Liam nods his head.

“Yes, and Crux was to take her to Vivienne. She was known for her concoctions and could make a potion to aborta Lycan fetus,” he explains.

“How does that link to Tanner, though?”

“To abort a Lycan baby, they used to give liquid mercury and high doses of wolfsbane, Vivienne was out of wolfsbane, so Crux had to meet her supplier. That supplier was Tanner. Apparently, when Ester started working here, she was blackmailing Tanner for his little side business. They had an agreement that neither of them knew the other,”

“But she didn‘t have the abortion,”

“Yes, we know. Apparently, she cut a deal with Crux,” Liam tells me.

“What kind of deal?” I ask. Liam shakes his head.

“Tanner doesn‘t know. He just knows they have one,” Liam tells me.

“So what is Kyson doing now?”

“Trying to find out what his plans were. How much he was plotting with the hunters, anything really.” Liam tells me, and I nod.

Kyson POV

Gannon pulls the funnel out of his throat slowly, and Tanner chokes, gurgles, and sputters on the wolfsbane. His tongue sizzled in his mouth, his blood–drenched the floor, his hand trapped in the vice was almost completely split down the middle, and I twisted it hearing the last crunch as the vice–grip completely closed. His hand split in half.

His screams made my blood buzz. Gannon grabs the old lead sprinkler. It was a Medi–evil torture device used to shower victims with molten lead. However, we improvised. Instead, Gannon filled it with sulfuric acid. It was essentially a giant ladle with an iron handle. The sphere at the bottom is filled with acid. Gannon begins shaking the lead sprinkler, showering Tanner with acid.

His screams were hoarse yet still horrific as Gannon sprinkled it over his legs. “What have you got planned with the hunters? Where is Ester, Tanner?” I ask him. Gannon pulls the lead sprinkler away, yet his flesh continues to be eaten away. Gannon then reaches for the baking soda to neutralize it. His screams turn to wailing as he runs out of breath from choking on wolfsbane and the harsh screams leaving him.

“I hope they kill all of you.” Tanner rasps. I click my tongue and move to his feet. Grabbing the top of his foot and his ankle, yank and twist, turning his foot, so it was the wrong way. The bones break and he screams. I let his foot go moving the next.

“What are they planning, Tanner? This will end when you tell me what I need to know,” I growl.

Tanner laughs, the sound sadistic as he cackles his head off like this is some sort of joke.

“Has the storm stopped?” he asks before he chokes his own blood. Gannon slaps him, but he still chokes on his own blood, and Gannon quickly removes the silver strap holding his head in place before turning his face to the side so he doesn‘t choke before we get the information we need. He spits the blood out and smiles wickedly as he dazedly looks up at the ceiling.

“Pain, such a fickle thing, you won‘t break me, my King,” he sneers the last part before he laughs. I growl, grabbing his other foot, about to break it.

“Oh, how she screamed, yet no sound came out. That is when you know you broke them,” he taunts, and Gannon looks at me.

“Plop,” he chuckles. “Just plopped right out her at her feet.” he laughs sadistically.

“Although, it even made me sick when she stuffed your nephew back into her. Like I knew she was unhinged. But she lost the plot, completely lost it. Made even me sick. You should have seen the look

on Claire‘s face. Killing her mate. Now that was priceless. Fucker didn‘t stand a chance. She woke up as I drove that dagger through his chest. But her baby? She was dead the moment he fell at her feet, almost as if her soul left her as she stared down at him.” I felt the blood drain from my face at his words.

“He‘s baiting you, Kyson. He wants you to kill him,” Gannon snaps, gripping my wrist as my fingers go to wrap around his throat. I hadn‘t even realized I was moving toward his head.

Tanner laughs and giggles like a schoolgirl. “That bitch just couldn‘t keep her mouth shut. Had to run to your sister when she caught Ester and me packing our deliveries to send to the council. She ran, she did.” he laughs.

“Who ran?” Gannon demands, his grip on my wrist tightening as my hand shook, hovering above his throat.

“Marrissa, she moved into the castle and found Ester, didn‘t she? Started plotting to rat her out, but then she had to go a step too far by following us. Bitch ran straight to Claire. She just couldn‘t mind her own damn business, had to get involved.”

“Claire, always the goody two shoes, did everything by the book. She should have taken it straight to you. Instead, she confided in the council and asked to have a meeting with us the next morning, she had rang the council, and Crux gave us a little heads up. So we took care of it,” Tanner laughs.

My other hand moves, and Gannon grips it before it comes down on his head and growls.

“Keep your fucking head or get out,” Gannon roars. How could he say that? He killed Claire and tried to kill my mate. Killed my nephew!

“The Hunters. What is their plan?” Gannon demands before he starts turning the handle on the rack. Stretching his limbs. Tanner screams as his body stretches. I wanted to kill him, but Gannon was right.

We would get none of the answers we needed if we killed him prematurely.

“Plop” Tanner laughs just as Liam wanders down the steps, whistling as he comes down.

“Storm has blown over. Wow, look at you growing like the weed you are.” Liam taunts him but Tanner laughs at his words.

“I always did like you, Liam” Tanner chuckles. Liam tilts his head to the side, and Gannon twists the handle beside me, his body forced to stretch, and his skin tears under pressure. His screams ring out loudly.

But I have listened enough to this maggot and needed answers now. So I shoved Gannon and Liam to the side, plunging my hand through his diaphragm. I fished through his innards, reaching for his spine and wrapping my

fingers around it as he choked and gasped through the pain. I stop myself just as Tanner shudders from going into shock. “Wait!” he rasps with his lips turning gray. My claws pierced through his abdominal aorta, his blood pooling around my hand

“Where are they?” | roared in his face as his eyes widened in horror, mouth open on a silent scream, and I stopped moving my finger‘s allowing him to answer through his agony. He smiles, his eyes fluttering and his eyes rolling in his head, and I know he is about to pass out or bleed out, whichever comes first. Despite laying on his deathbed, he smiles, and my heart thumps erratically in my chest at his following words.

“They‘re already here.” Tanner breathes, and I growl, clenching my teeth, squeezing my fingers around his spine, and ripping my hand out. Along with his spine, it pulls it from his body, blood spraying all over us.