Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Book Two: To Love a Broken Beta CHAPTER 1

*Kyra*

It's so strange being back here, the place I used to call home. Everything is so different. There is hardly anything I recognize here any more. Other than the lake that reflects the trees to my right in the distance.

I pull the blanket tighter, hugging it close as the breeze trickles through my hair. The moon is high above me as I wrestle with the decisions that led me back here. It was stupid to come here, thinking Hayes would be over what happened to us. But when the Lycan King calls for you and begs for help, you do as he wishes.

And it's not like I have anything keeping me from going on this mission. I have no family anymore, no mate to run home to. That may be the only thing Hayes and I have in common now. What we lack rather than what we had in the past.

"You should have said no," He says coming up behind me. My body shivers at the sound of his icy tone. Was it so terrible, what I did to him back then? Was I the problem, or was it always him?

"Merikh is my Alpha, Hayes." I say in a flat tone, hiding the distress being near him puts me in.

My eyes remain on the sky, unable to look at him. Not because his disfigured faces grosses me out. But it is all I can do to keep from breaking down at his hurting. Even after all this time, after the way he treated me, hurt me, it still is near agonizing to bear witness to the pain he wears every day.

"Oh, what did he order you to do this?" He snorts, his disdain for his brother not even remotely hidden.

"No." I say simply, flicking my eyes to see he stands next to me with the good side of his face in my line of vision. "He asked, and I said yes."

"You forget I know you, Kyra. And I know for a fact you are a shit warrior and a worse tracker." His words are vile and intentionally mean. This is who he is now. Anger poisons the heart, and when the heart is already broken, well...it's sometimes the only thing that holds the pieces together.

I inhale sharply and shake my head, unable to hide the sarcastic laughter bubbling up in me. In eight years, he didn't think I might change? After knowing me for eighteen years, he thought I couldn't grow up from the whimsical girl who wanted a fairytale? How quant that he thinks I lived a life of fucking cupcakes and rainbows. He can change, but I can't? What an arrogant dick.

my name, I am not the same girl who followed you around laughing at your shitty

the same," He barks out and I

him, my hands on my hips, waiting for another stupid comment from him. Instead, he says nothing, turning to look out at the night sky

do not pretend to know what I have gone through, Kyra. I have lost more than you could ever imagine in your little red-headed fairytale land you hide in up in your head." his words are tired, as if he carries so much pain and no one can hold a candle to

know about his situation, from the way his skin smelled when they found him to the horrific way he lost his

out here to prove you are some big asshole? Tout how hard you are with this whole

on his lips as he eyes his dark wash holey jeans and his solid black henley top with rolled sleeves. His shiny, twisted flesh noticeable on his

came here to tell you we don't want you." He snaps, crossing his arms over his

heck, I was almost convinced you wanted me here with all that smiling

you become

same time you became

one thing I learned from my mate Tyler, it's how to

net ove

top warrior

want to go anymore." He says, sighing heavily as he pinches between his eyes like I am annoying him. Clearly

that. Act like the big boy you

between heaving breaths of laughter while my frustration

his head with a smile, pulling at

asked specifically for Tyler. Everyone knows he is the

I look away and clear my throat, trying not to cry. I have come so far. I can talk about him all day, discuss how great he is...well, was. But to tell someone that he is gone, that my Tyler is dead along with

my cheek. My hand swipes it away as I sniffle and clear my throat once more, rolling my shoulder and