SWNOVELS Chapter 166
Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 166 – Azalea POV
Stepping into the basement, the place was stacked to the ceiling with boxes of files, no order, nothing, just boxed and stacked. I
did not know what I was looking for, and I had no clue where to even start. Damian comes up behind me, leading me to a table in
the center and flicking a small lamp on.
“I’m sorry I stuck my nose in. It made me mad when I saw them,” I admitted to him. I was unsure where my bravado came from,
but seeing my old Alphas ticked me off, and I hated how they made me feel lower than dirt, and I wanted to return the favor.
“No, you did well,” Damian says when Kyson comes down the steps. I waited to see if he was mad that I kind of just took over
when I was supposed to remain in the car with Trey. I wasn’t supposed to step foot in here at all. Yet when he came down the
last step, he had a silly smile on his face as he strolled over to me.
“Ah, this will take forever,” Liam growls, rifling through boxes. Kyson comes over, places his hands on my hips, and buries his
face in my neck. But Liam was right. This would take days to go through.
“So, what do you want to do now?” Kyson asks, and I look up at him.
“Pardon?” I whisper.
“You’re in charge, boss. So what now?” he asks, brushing his nose across my cheek. I gasp, looking around. Kyson purrs behind
me before tapping my hip with his hand and wander about the huge basement before stopping having no clue, it would take
days...
“Can we take them?” I ask Kyson, and he nods.
“For real, my Queen? You want me to cart all these boxes up?” Liam whines, jutting out his bottom lip and pointing to Trey, “He
wants to do it,” Liam whispers, and I chuckle.
“No, I...” I press my lips in a line. There were hundreds of boxes down here. I look up at Kyson, and he shrugs, not offering any
help.
“You’re in charge, and I’m not helping. So what are you going to do, my Queen?” Kyson says, and I peer back around the room.
They wouldn’t fit in the cars. There were too many. I glance at the steps leading up before walking past Kyson and back up the
steps to the main house. Alpha Dean and Alpha Brock stood by the doors, looking terrified of the two guards beside them.
Seeing them ground my gears, the humiliation of being put on that podium in front of the entire town square while they threw
stuff at us made my blood boil as I remembered the last time I saw them.
“Have you got a trailer?” I ask them. They both shake their heads.
“Find one,” I tell them.
“You want us to find a trailer?” Alpha Brock asks, looking at his father.
“Don’t look at him. Find a trailer, I said.” I snapped, and he growls, the noise cutting off when I growl back at him. Only mine was
a lot louder, and the power behind it almost made me gasp and jump before I contained those urges of shock. I felt the power
ooze out of me, my aura coming out like a shield and suffocating the Alphas.
“You will find a trailer and attach it to the car. Then you will come back here, and you and your father will cart every box and
piece of paper from that basement and stack them in it.” I tell them.
“Every box?” Alpha Dean says.
“Are you hard of hearing, Alpha Dean? Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked him, and he shook his head. Turning to the guards
beside them, I dropped my aura and spoke to them.
“Make sure they bring every box up. And if they miss one, K**l Alpha Brock,”
“Yes, my Queen,” they nod, and one smiles like he would enjoy that job. I go to leave when I pause to see Kyson leaning against
the wall.
“Oh, and once they have attached the trailer, they have 18 minutes to cart them up,” I tell the guards.
“18 MINUTES!” Alpha Brock exclaims.
“Yes. Because 18 years is a wonderful age to k**l innocent rogues, so I give 18 minutes to cart those boxes up.” I tell him.
“And if we don’t complete it in that timeframe?” Alpha Dean asks.
“I suggest you get it done, and you won’t have to find out,” I tell him before turning on my heel and walking out.
Stepping outside, I let out a breath. It was exhilarating holding the control, yet also petrifying. Adrenaline made my heart rate
quicken and flutter in my chest.
“Now what?” Kyson asks me. I bite the inside of my lip and look around and l see Alpha Brock rush off to his neighbor’s house.
“Will the guards make sure they retrieve everything?” I ask, and Kyson nods his head.
“Then can we go to the orphanage?”
“Are you asking?” Kyson says with a devious smile on lips. I swallowed, glancing at Trey, who raised an eyebrow at me and
nodded toward Kyson. I shake my head and cringe, looking up at my mate.
“No. I want to go to the orphanage, so we are going,” I tell him. I was turning away from him when he grabs my arm. My heart
lurches in my chest, thinking like pushed him too far, demanding him. Yet he only turns me to face him before his hand slips to
the back of my neck, and he leans down while tilting my head back. His lips c***h against mine, his tongue demanding as it
invades my mouth, forcing my lips to part. He kisses me hungrily, his tongue tasting every inch of my mouth before he pulls away
and smiles.
“I like it when you’re bossy,” he purrs.
“You say that now,” I tell him.
“For now,” he smiles, grabbing my hand. He kisses the back of it before draping his arm across my shoulders. We walk to the
orphanage since it wasn’t that far from the packhouse. It was odd walking through the streets; this place no longer gave me the
same fear it used to. It looked different, run down. People stared as we headed toward the orphanage and I paid them no mind,
ignoring their curious gazes.