Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 65

person

Hayes is frantic, not thinking right as he rushes through the woods, his head swinging from side to side. We know the who is controlling them is close. They have to be for Leandra to wake up from her void state. The question is, where is this person now? How close do they have to be?

It feels like an hour has gone by and Hayes is sweating, his hair a mess as he drags his hands through it for the hundredth time. No amount of telling him we will find them or to focus on looking will calm him. The poor man is distraught and crumbling with every passing second.

“Hayes,” I say, trying to get his attention as I step in front of him with my hands out. He scowls, saying nothing as he tries to step around me. I slide to the side. He is moving too, and he growls. “Enough!” he roars. “Go back to the mansion if you want to give up. I didn’t ask you to come with me.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest we stop looking.” I sigh. “I was going to suggest we split up. Cover more ground.”

He thinks about it for a second and then he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“No, not a chance in hell, Luna. I may be falling apart here, but I am not crazy enough to let you leave my side. You are my Luna and Merikh would literally kick my ass.”

I sigh, not really surprised or upset by his answer, but I needed him to relax, come back to his senses instead of storming through the woods like a frantic animal looking for a way out of a forest fire.

“We have been looking for an hour.” I tell him and he groans, throwing his hands up.

“I know, I know.”

“Brent has probably already broken the curse, and Leandra is lonely and terrified. We need to go back.” I say with a sympathetic smile. “Making sure she is okay is more important”

“Or you both could make another lap.” A feminine voice says, sounding amused. “I don’t mind waiting if you want to keep looking for someone you won’t find.”

I spin slowly, my eyes landing on a beautiful woman with deep brown hair and a crown made of pearls and silver. Her arms are crossed over her midnight velvet dress, a smirk on her pink lacquered lips. Her eyes are a stunning shade of orange, accented by dark mascara and eyeliner.

“Oh, I think we have found who we are looking for,” Hayes growls, moving toward her. I stop him by grabbing his arm.

I’m not sure how many strange women there are wandering around the woods out here, but before we go on the attack and kill someone, I want to make sure it’s the right someone.

No more zombie wolves, no more controlling the people we care about and want to protect. If this is Lily, if this is the bitch toying with people’s minds, I will let Hayes end her sorry existence.

“Lily..?” I whisper and she quirks an eyebrow, fear flashing in her eyes.

“I do not want to harm you.” She says and I scoff, watching as Hayes‘ fists clench, his knuckles growing white.

and she takes a step closer to me. Hayes growls, stepping between us as he glares at her,

speak with you.” She insists. “It is

at a price,” I say,

to hers.

look at me like I am insane.

grinning, looking

She laughs, the

that” She shakes

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tell her, “And I can let

down on Hayes. He tries to dodge it, but he isn’t quick enough as it lands on his legs. He groans in pain and I rush to

that, but I can help

anything. The only thing I want is

will help your beta if you speak with me.” She says, pointing to Hayes. “I will

move the thick branch. Even

could you possibly have to talk with me about?” I ask her, trying not to

has it you are

scowl at her. “You and Giselle, and

my brows, once again confused by her questions. Why the hell is she asking these questions? Is she trying to verify what she already knows or tricking me into some strange admission to use against me? “Again, you

“Holy shit. Caspian actually had an offspring. I thought Elm was making shit

Luna.” I scowl at her.

had mentioned you are mated to the Lycan King. How is he, by the way? When I received

is Lily. Not with these questions. The only thing remaining is who the hell is she. Because if she isn’t Lily, then why

I ask her,

a

wide as she chuckles and

the tree branch lifting and the blood around him tickling backwards up his leg and back into his wound. I blink as I watch it in slow motion, like a movie in reverse. Hayes

settled. Why don’t you

the hell you are.” I glare at her. “You stopped us, injured my beta, asked me off the wall questions and all I know

are

at his lower half like he had just seen a ghost, then his eyes meet mine.

looking at the Fae once more, who