Chapter 13


    “Don’t. I am fine,” I tell him, drinking thest of my ss before grabbing the bottle. I hadn’t seen or


    heard a word of the rebels. They were primarily werewolves, not liking that Lycans still had control. There


    had been rumors that they were receiving help from human hunters over the years.


    “Fourteen years, and they havee back, and so close to the anniversary too,” I tell him, swigging from


    the bottle, having given up on the ss. I could still remember the day I found her. She couldn’t even


    fight back. She couldn’t shift to protect herself and her unborn child. Her husband was d**d beside her; I


    never forgave myself for leaving that day. That morning, I had a bad feeling about that day, knew


    something was amiss. It was the fifth anniversary of Queen Tatiana and King Garret’s m****r. They died


    almost fourteen years ago. My sister’s ninth d***h anniversary wasing up.


    Queen Tatiana and King Garret’s kingdom was the closest kingdom to ours. They were aware of the


    threats and watched the other bloodlines get taken down. They believed it was an inside job too. The


    King and Queen hadn’t left their castle or been seen in four years, keeping a low profile. The only


    correspondence was by mail until we got the call to say they were gone. The Rebels constantly attacked


    on significant days, but my sister insisted I go. That we no longer had to worry because nothing had


    happened in the five years since their deaths.


    I ignored that stirring feeling in my stomach and left to visit a pack, and I would never forgive myself. I


    came back and found my sister d**d. One of our servants, a spy, waited for me to leave and plunged the


    silver dagger in their chests while they slept. I found them the following day when l returned, the servant


    turned rogue and vanished. She worked her way into the castle for five months prior until she was


    conveniently ced in my sister’s quarters.


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    “We will catch those responsible for your sister’s d***h,” Damian assures me. I nod. The liquor reduces


    my burning anger to a simmer as it burns through my system as I tried to forget the past; nothing good


    ever came of dragging the past to the present.


    “Now, how is your mate?” Damian asks, changing the subject.


    “We don’t know if she is?” I tell him, and he raises an eyebrow at me.


    “Well, we don’t, not for sure anyway”


    “Are you trying to convince yourself or me that she isn’t your mate? You have never shown interest in


    any woman, but her? I have seen how you look at her; I know she is your mate. I have seen the reaction


    you have to her. Almost like you are about to jump out of your skin and mate her on the spot.”


    I roll my eyes at my Beta; the man was too observant.


    “I know you, Kyson, so where is she?” He asks with a smirk on his stered on his face, and I groan.


    “Room across from me,” I tell him, my lips tugging up, f**k. He was right. It is the only thing that exins


    the weird pull towards her.


    “And you say she is not your mate, yet you have her sleeping in your quarters, not even Ester was


    allowed to stay up here, hmm.”


    “Fine, say she is. We don’t have any info on her. She is amon werewolf and”


    “And you are the King. No one will say s**t to you about her being a werewolf and not a Lycan. You could


    always change her anyway. But if she is, and I know she is, she is now in danger. The rebels are back,


    and if they find out, she is your mate; Ivy will have a target on her back,” Damian tells me.


    “So what are you saying, spit it out?” I tell him.


    “I’m saying keep her close. She needs the training to protect herself. Ivy needs you close to help forge


    the bond quicker, she may not know who you are to her, but the more time you spend with her, the


    stronger the bond will solidify to ensure she survives you changing her. It will also make you stronger;


    Lycan’s aren’t supposed to go without their mates once found, you know this, Kyson, Damian tells me.


    “Yeah, I know. She’s across the hall, yet even that feels too far away,” I tell him, and heughs softly.


    “Don’t say it,” I warn him, admitting what is right in front of me. Ivy is my mate. I just didn’t want to believe


    it, knowing she would be my weakness and the same knife hanging above my head would now be


    above hers.


    “I won’t say a word, Gannon figured it out, but I told him to keep it to himself,”


    “Yes, keep it that way. I want her to find out on her own,”


    “Gannon and I have canceled all your appointments this week and next. You have the next two weeks


    off; none of us arefortable knowing the rebels and hunters are back, and we want to ensure yours


    and now our Queen’s safety. We don’t advise leaving the castle, my King,”


    “Keep my local appointments. They cane to the castle instead; I will go crazy not working; I always


    need a distraction this time of the year,” I tell him.


    “You have a perfect distraction in the room across from you, but as you wish. We can’t afford any risks,


    early morning meetings and that is it, my King, the advisors, agree to this, agreed the risk is too high for


    you to be out and about”


    “Yes, and I also don’t want to leave her on her own” Damian smiles but adds nothing to my obsession


    with my mate.


    “I will have a guard stationed on this floor at all times and one on Ivy when you aren’t with her,” Damian


    exins, and I nod.


    “I want her watched at all times, all times, Damian. I won’t risk harming to her,” I tell him.


    “As you wish, my King,”