His Lost Lycan Luna (Kyson and Ivy)

His found Lycan Luna Chapter 74
i Damian stared at me in confusion as I stared at him. What did he mean? Who was Taylor? She is standing right in front of him?
“Hello, can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Did you give me your whore name?” Damian demanded, and I gasped at
what he called her. Yet she snarled, spinning on her heel to glare at him.
“I’m Taylor. It’s my birth name. My middle name is what I go by now,” Taylor snaps at him. Damian takes a step back from her
before growling at her and wincing as if he was pained.
“And I want you to hand over my son before you drop him,” Taylor growls, holding her arms out to the air.
“Not until I know you are inside and not going to try to run off on me again,” he retorts. He then shakes his head when I notice
the bundled-up toddler sleeping soundly in his arms. A smirk crosses Liam’s face as he prepares to assist Dustin in removing a
few
suitcases from the car as he snickers behind him,
“Give me my son, you prick, before I cut your balls off,” she snarls at him, pulling my attention away from Dustin, who I was still
yet to release from my command. Using the mind link, I send Trey a message telling him to get to Abbie and bring her here as
soon as possible. A few seconds later, he darts back inside the castle as he rushes away from beside me.
“Woah, woah, what the fuck is going on? Who is she, why is she here, and—” Kyson sighs, looking between all of us, and
Damian is the one who responds to his question.
“Tandi, Taylor, whatever her name is, was one of the girls from the brothel—” Damian sighs and looks rather exhausted, as if he
has tried to explain this story to everyone a thousand times. she is also my mate,” Damian says, scrubbing a hand down his face
while holding the child closer and rocking him with one arm, wincing as he does so.
“Tandi, I don’t go by Taylor anymore. She died a long time ago,” Taylor says, and I got that. To me, Ivy felt dead, too. She was the
person I once was, and I no longer identify myself with that name or person I used to be anymore. Having experienced so much
in the past few months, I didn’t believe it would be ever possible for me to relate to the person I once was.
Kyson gapes at Damian in shock, not being able to conceal the shock in his face. However, it was less shocking to me that he
was her mate than it was to discover that she was still alive after all this time. Mrs Daley told us she was dead, yet hearing she
was sent to work at a brothel all this time was horrifying.

“What the heck is going on around here? Everyone is finding their damn mates these days, so much for it being a rare
occurrence,” Kyson mutters, nudging me.
“Yeah, I sure a shit don’t want to be catching that damn disease. I will need to get me some mate repellant, ain’t that right Dusty
poo,” Liam says, coming over to us. The nickname was not appreciated by Dustin, and he flipped him off while Damian glared at
him, and I wondered what Liam said that Damian was so upset about.
“Well, Tandi, I’m Azalea. Nice to see you again,” I smile. Her brows furrow in confusion, and she looks at me oddly.
“Why does that name sound so familiar to me?” she ponders. “And what are you doing here, and where is Abbie?” she asks,
trying to take her son from Damian, but Damian holds him higher, not allowing it. :
“It’s a long story, and Abbie?” I smile to myself as I hear her coming up behind us. The sound of hurried footsteps caught my
attention, and I turned to see Abbie standing in her tracks as she stumbles out of the door. In a state of shock, Trey grips her arm
to keep her steady as her mouth opens and closes in shock. As Abbie looks at me with the same shock that I felt upon seeing
Taylor, I find myself sputtering as I see the look on her face as she looks at me for confirmation, as if she doesn’t believe what
she’s seeing.
Several steps behind her, Gannon and Tyson emerge from the castle. I watch as Abbie’s lip quivers when I nod to her, telling her
it was Taylor before her feet were moving quickly, and she collides with Tandi. There was barely enough time for Tandi to catch
her before Abbie’s legs and arms were wrapped around her.
“I thought you were dead,” Abbie gushes, squeezing her tight, and I move closer. Taylor, who is now Tandi, reaches over,
squishing us together as she embraces us. “How, how?” Abbie says, placing her feet down as tears stream down her face.
Kyson, Gannon, and Damian all just stood there gawking at us while we fussed over each other when Tandi turned to Damian
and pins him with her glare.
“My son, now. I did what you asked,” she said, and Damian looked at her, but it was Gannon who nudged Damian to hand her
son back.
“Give her son back. She looks like she bites, like an angry gremlin,” Gannon mumbles.
“She fucking does. She bit me already, twice actually, while pitching a fit,” Damian growls in annoyance as he reluctantly hands
her son to her.

“You have a child?” gushed Abbie as she pulled back the blankets to take a closer look at the toddler in Tandi’s arms. Turning
back to Gannon, she holds out her arms for Tyson, who flails in Gannon’s arms, wanting her to take him into her arms.