Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 77

“Percy should have remained at home,” Hayes whispers as Percy sleeps in the back.

“He has the right to search for his twin sister.” Leandra scoffs from beside the pale redhead, who is hugging the bucket like he may need it at any moment.

“Hell, I should have left you back home too.” he frowns, gazing in the rearview mirror. I look over my shoulder, catching a small smile on her lips as she looks out the window.

“It’s not my home and you don’t own me,” she says in a sing–song voice.

As much as Hayes didn’t want her coming along, I am glad he gave into her request. Or rather her telling him she would meet us in the SUV. Her banter has been the only thing keeping the stifling tension in my chest from snapping and making me go feral. Not that I can say the same for Hayes, but part of me thinks he is enjoying being challenged.

“She has a point, Hayes.” I say, “Percy has every right to be with us searching for Penny,”

He looks over his shoulder at Percy and sighs, removing a hand from the wheel as he drags it over his face,

“I don’t want him to witness what we will find.” He whispers to me.

My stomach churns, my chest aching at the thought of not only losing such a brilliant gamma, but what it will do to Percy. What it means regarding what happened to Colette. Penny was a top warrior and loyal. She would not go out without a fight, which means if she is indeed gone, then Colette is in some serious shit.

Lycans are damn near impossible to kill, and even some methods we can come back from. Not always, but occasionally, we have been known to be revived when once believed to be dead.

“Leandra,” I say, needing a distraction to keep myself from going fucking crazy and killing my way to my mate,

“Yes?” she asks.

“How long were you held in that mind prison?” I ask, moving in the front seat to look at her. Her blue eyes meet mine, hesitation in her demeanor before she sighs and presses her head back into the headrest with a shrug.

“Honestly?” she sighs. “I don’t really know.”

“How can you not know?” Hayes asks with a skeptic snort.

“It’s not as simple as falling asleep and waking up,” she snaps. “I turned eighteen and then it’s just little snippets of my life where I was actually me.”

My brows pull together, my mind whirring with thoughts. Percy was himself for the majority of the time, and even when he wasn’t, he was able to fight it. Why was it so different for Leandra, and what negative effects will there be with her now being set free and not knowing what she has done with her life for years?

“And how old are you now?” Hayes asks, his tone lighter, more gentle as he meets her self conscious gaze.

twenty.” She whispers and Hayes‘

I don’t remember ever being in my lycan

her and she looks down at her lap, wringing her hands out.

seeing the sun for the first time.” She

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of its own.”

know I’m not that amazing,” Hayes

and puffy from all the tears he has cried before he

are at?”

fling the seat buckle off, and shove the door open, jumping out and slamming the door closed as the others follow suit.

we will start here.” I tell

“Running in lycan form?”

are. No faster way to travel

and Percy follows suit. But I notice Leandra looking nervous

think I should stay here. You know, just in case

look at Hayes, who arches a

you even think it was one?” he asks.

said I wasn’t a prisoner,”

reminds her. She immediately rolls her eyes, going on the

didn’t want me to come.” She

We can’t trust you, and I was right. Now you are here acting up and looking for a way to escape.” He

headed and have their own shit to work out. But if they don’t figure it out in the

FUCKING PRICK!” she roars, tears streaming

pale and his

form. It’s how we found each other. he shakes his head, trying

control it. My

you come?” He asks, sounding

me feel safer without my lycan, like

I say, moving past Hayes and motioning for Percy to follow. “I think there are some