Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"I don't know what to say," I admit, his honesty catching me off guard. Since the second he laid eyes on me again, he has been nothing short of rude and cold. Every word has been a stab at me in one way or another. But now he suddenly racked with guilt and

apologizing?

"There is nothing to say, Kyra. You asked for your apology and I gave it to you," he says matter of fact.

"And that's it? We go back to constant fighting and bickering?" I ask, arching a brow. He pauses, then lets out a low sigh, his good hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know," He admits. "What do you want from me?"

I scoff. "For starters? Maybe you not trying to sabotage me at every turn."

He frowns like I am speaking some untruth, and I give him a stern look.

"Fine. But in my defense, I wasn't the one to drug you." He says.

"Did you tell Marcos to do it?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks away and shrugs, refusing to answer, and I roll my eyes. "Of course you did."

"I didn't want you to get hurt." He tells me, and I see how sincere he is, but sincerity doesn't matter when you mess up.

"Yeah, that worked out really well." I scoff, throwing my hands up in frustration, and he winces.

"In retrospect, it was a bad decision." He admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close to the water and they usually avoid it."

was passed out for hours, Hayes. HOURS! That's not just a bad decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I

or that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking him to choose me. Was it so

fucked up." He says, his voice matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize and ask if we can move

in defeat. "And what

hard as he blinks at

How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in

my body nearly pressing

different people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I

his actions and reactions point to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the furthest on the outside than even Merikh. "I don't hate you,"

hitches, his closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath tickles over my

to

didn't pick up before now wraps around me like

brushes

me off guard as

between us completely and he stares into my face. My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to

my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this pull to go away, it tugs me

he was touching you." He says his words full of bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been something

a daze. Hayes takes a step back from me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just like you had instructed him to do." "Why are you still here?" He asks, the gentle Hayes I remember disintegrating in a puff of annoyance. "I already

him, and he watches me

breaking from his deformed, yet somehow

give me space," he says, then he points at me. "You clearly don't remember me