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Book 2. His Found Lycan Luna. Chapter 43
“Why did you want to come up here?” Kyson asks, looking around at the small space. It was the same,
everything left untouched. One filthy mattress we shared, one tiny dirt-covered window, and a bedside
dresser. That was it. I went to the bedside dresser and opened the top drawer. I found a spaghetti
necklace that one of the kids made for us and an old tunic. I hold it up and look at it. We hated these
dresses and the stupid peasant skirts she would make us wear.
“Azalea?” Kyson whispers behind me.
“It’s mine and Abbie’s room,” I tell him. My voice sounded distant to even my own ears.
Anger boils in my veins as I peer around the small tight space she kept us in. The other side was used
for storage and had a cupboard that Mrs. Daley would lock us in.
“Azalea, are you alright?” Kyson asks, and I glance at him. He is turning the wooden chair that sat in the
corner. Suppressed memories come back about why that chair was up here. We had broken one similar,
trying to get the Christmas stuff out of storage. Mrs. Daley made us hold the damn thing above our
heads, saying we needed to know the weight of the burden she carried having to look after us.
Most would think it’s just a chair, but both of us holding two legs each above our heads for hours, we
learned even the lightest things become heavy after hours. Each time we would drop it, she would hit the
back of our legs with her cane.
Seeing Kyson move it, the sound of it screeching along the floor made rage burn through me. I growl,
snatching the chair from him, and Kyson jumps, startled, as I toss it at the shitty little window. Glass rains
down everywhere as I stalked toward the chair. Yet my focus was solely on destroying the damn thing,
like if I destroyed it, it would erase the memory. Erase Abbie’s cries as her knees buckled from the cane.
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I picked it back up and started smashing it into the floor. Breaking it to pieces, the wood splintering off
with each crash on the floor that shook under my feet until Kyson grabs my arms.
“Hey, shh, shh.” he says, glancing down at the chair leg in my hand. He grabs it. “Give it to me, Love,” he
says softly before he takes it from me. My hands shook as I caught my breath and Kyson cups my face
in his hands, forcing me to look at him. His eyes watching my face as I tried to regather myself. Yet this
place, it was like I never left it. Some part of me would always be trapped in this place.
“I hate this place! Hate her! I hate what she did to us!” I cried, bursting into tears. I hated this place, hated
everything about it, hated that one place could haunt and stain so much of my heart of and soul, like it
was screaming out to me telling me it would always hold me here and I would never escape it. The
floodgates opened like I had been holding everything in for too long.
“She ruined us.” I sobbed.
“No, love. She ruined nothing. And you’re safe now. She is dead, she can’t hurt you no more, this place
is just a place,” he says, hugging me. I bury my face in his chest, feeling like an idiot. It was just a chair. I
broke a perfectly good chair. Linhale his scent, letting it calm me before I chuckle, knowing how many
whippings I would get if Mrs. Daley heard me crying. Kyson probably thinks I lost my damn mind, and
even I questioned that possibility. I sniffle, feeling stupid and childish.
“You okay?” he asks and I nod, wiping my face and glancing around the small space and the broken
chair. I needed to leave. I couldn’t stay in here any longer. It hurt too much, and I wanted out, suddenly
feeling claustrophobic. I rushed down the steps needing air, feeling like the walls were closing in around
me and that I was going to wake up at any moment and everything had been a dream, and I was really
stuck here still. Kyson chases after me, and I rush through the kitchen and burst into the living room,
headed for the front door. But the faces of the children had my feet halting. Trey and Liam looked over at
us, alarmed, and Kyson nearly ran into the back of me as I halted.
Little eyes peered back at me, and Katrina stared also startled. “Azalea, dear, are you okay?” she asks,
but I shake my head. I was not okay, but as I glanced around this dump, I was no longer trapped here.
But all these children were. I look at Kyson in desperation. He seems to get what I wasn’t asking out
loud.
“No!” he exclaims, his eyes going wide. I tilt my head to the side, but he folds his arms across his chest
and shakes his head.
“I’m not asking!” I tell him, and his lips part and he glances around at the children.
“No! What am I going to do with all these kids?” he hisses at me, but I ignore him and turn to Katrina.
“Ring the bus depot and find a driver,” I tell her, and she seems confused.
“You want a bus?” she asks.
“Yes. Maybe two. I am taking them with me,” I tell her, and she gasps, rushing over to me.
“You want to take all the children?” she asked, glancing at Kyson behind me, who was fuming.
“Yes. So ring the bus depot. I want a bus here now,” I tell her, turning to face Kyson. He growls but nods
to her, and she rushes off.
“Are you insane?” he asks, and I look at the children.
“Either I stay, or they come,” I tell him.
“What are we going to do with all of them?” he asks.
“Some of the Lycan families might take them in,” Trey offers, and I nod.
“And where do you think I am going to put them?”
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“The castle is big enough,” I tell him.
“Azalea!” he growls.
“No! You said I am running things here, and I say they are coming. Now get on board my King, or get out
of my way,” I tell him. He growls.
“Yes, I said that, but I didn’t think you were going to bring an entire orphanage back with us!”
“Fine. You tell them then. Say no to them, Kyson,” I tell him, motioning toward the kids. He swallows and
glances at their little faces and I smirk, knowing very well he wouldn’t or could utter those words. He
presses his lips in a tight line.
“Fine!” he growls, and Liam chuckles.
“Come on, kids. Uncle Liam is helping you bust out of this crap box! Come on, let’s go!” Liam says,
waving to all the kids to follow him. They glance around at each other and look at Kyson, unsure. He
sighs and shakes his head.
“Go on then. Follow Uncle Liam!” he says, motioning them to follow him. The kids don’t need to be told
twice and rush after an excitable Liam and Trey. I laughed, following them.
“Where to my Queen?” Liam calls.
“The town square. There is a bus stop.” I tell him. Katrina races out on the phone, telling the driver to
come to the town square.
“You’re lucky I love you,” Kyson growls, grabbing my hand. I laughed before racing after the kids and
tugging Kyson along with me.
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