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.

on the year, I’m twenty.” She whispers and

I don’t remember ever being in my lycan form until…” She

her and she looks down

like I was thrown out of a haunted room. Like seeing the sun for the first time.” She whispers. Then she snaps her head up. “Not that you are all that

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of its own.”

I’m not that amazing,” Hayes grumbles. “We are here.”

reaching back and hitting his leg. He jolts up, his eyes red and puffy from all the tears he has cried before he looks out

we sure this is where they are at?” He asks

shove the door open, jumping out

start here.” I tell

nods. “Running in

No faster way to travel on

nods, taking his shirt off and Percy follows suit. But I notice

You know, just in case someone

at Hayes, who arches a brow in confusion.

would you even think it was one?”

a prisoner,” she snaps and he frowns.

But you wanted to come.” Hayes reminds her. She immediately rolls her eyes, going on the defense.

because you didn’t want

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

headed and have their own shit to

CAN’T SHIFT YOU FUCKING PRICK!” she roars,

drops, his skin pale and

in your lycan form. It’s how we found each other. he shakes

only ever shifted when they control it. My lycan…she isn’t responding to me.”

why would you come?” He asks,

feel safer without my lycan, like maybe

can catch up to us,” I say, moving past Hayes and motioning for Percy to follow. “I think