Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"What ya doing?" A voice asks from above me. I close my eyes and groan internally.

"Trying to find silence." I mutter.

"Hmm, looks more like you are spying on Marcos, Hayes." Nisha asks, dropping from the tree next to me where I hide and watch Marcos as he examines Kyra.

"I'm not spying on Marcos." I say defensively. She steps up next to me, looking straight ahead, and then she chuckles.

"So, are you going to apologize to her?"

I ignore her as I focus on Marcos' gentle, unmaimed hands as they glide across her bruised back. He eases her to the side, checking out the bruise on her abdomen, his thumb inching too close to her breasts-

"Hayes," Nisha says, stepping in front of me. Her dark brown eyes lock on mine as I clear my throat and look away quickly. "Seems like she is has gotten under your skin."

"She is not," I scoff, turning my back on Nisha and walking deeper into the trees. Every step away from where Marcos is touching Kyra feels like a brick is added to my body weight, sinking me further into the ground making it impossible to move further.

"What'd she do to you then?" Nisha pounces in front of me with a glimmer of excitement in her eye. Her short loose curls bobble with her head as she tilts it to the side, waiting for an answer.

"Kyra and I are old friends. She didn't do anything to me." I say firmly. It's the truth. When it comes to hurting Kyra, it seems I am almost always the root cause, and it sucks just as much now as it did back then.

"Oh," Nisha laughs as she covers her mouth. "Oh, you feel guilty."

My shoulders slump and I frown as I look directly into the thin werewolf's eyes.

"I feel bad she got hurt, yes, but my motive was justified." I clip out. "Kyra does not belong here. She shouldn't have been allowed on this mission."

Nisha makes a face, one that says 'interesting but I disagree' and I roll my eyes. Of the group we have with us, Nisha is annoyingly the most perceptive. Though Dean may be as well, he is much better at controlling his face when it comes to things he disagrees with. "Keep your opinion to yourself, Nisha." I warn her and she puts her hands up, feigning innocence.

"I didn't say anything," she protests.

"You didn't have to. Your face always speaks louder than your words." I mutter and she giggles.

"I can't help what my face does." She rolls her eyes. Her bubbly personality is a constant point of contention between us. But her desire for revenge is just as strong as the rest of us, so she fits our odd ball group. "Are you on watch?" I ask her, and she shoots me a grin.

Koda." She says, as

and

talked." She hides a wry smile. "Keep looking at me like that and I might almost be convinced you are jealous. You know I am open to comfort

at me, and I glare

back on her as I walk away. She once again shoots around me and stands in my way. This time, her hands land on my chest and she gives me a soft, sad look. "Wait. You owe Kyra an apology, Hayes. And you should do it sooner rather than later." She says, a demanding look on her face that makes me chuckle dryly and shake my head as I push her hands away. "What I do is my business,

you know it. Keep that shit up and you will lose crew members." She

her aside as I storm back to where I had come from. "I'll

on Kyra. What if Marcos crosses a line and she is too weak to handle herself? Not that Marcos would ever do such a thing, but my mind can't think straight. My pace quickens, and my

from my right,

again, and then he chases

growl at him and he looks at

He says. "Koda is tracking him now, making sure he goes further away. But it looks like he

looking right at Dean as he

the second one that Kyra mentioned?" I ask him and he

sense. They aren't usually in this area, so for it

hand through my hair. "Where is Koda,

is near

watching the bastard dragon. "No!" Dean roars,

I snort a laugh.

"The hell I can't,"

in pain and the way her body

her. And I

can

kind just for the sheer fun of it. Dean has seen me at my worst

for this mission. This mission is too important for

words make me stop in my tracks, my mouth sealing shut as I breathe heavily

to do with me caring for her. And maybe it does, but for him to assume he knows

growl at him. "This is about those fuckers killing as they please for sheer pleasure of it. This is

and see where he goes, what he does. We have a tracker now, right? Let's use her the way Alpha intended." "He intended her to help us