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."

it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to

he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was

says, his voice matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize

my hands up in defeat. "And what does

swallowing hard as

happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought. "Well, I figured you would want an escort

nearly pressing against his as my

need to find this Fae? I am your

hate life,

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

flick to his lips,

His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now

brushes against

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 cut this tension, obliterate it to smithereens. I can't

dry, my body light as if it

remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he

seems to wake up from 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

that." I tell him, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the group is worried about

a laugh breaking from his

then he points at me.