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."

Hayes. HOURS! That's not just a bad decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being

he apologizes or that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why

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

hands up in defeat. "And what does moving on

He freezes, swallowing hard as he blinks at

want to move on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips

second, my body nearly pressing

people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I am your only hope of finding him. I can promise you that."

breaking open. All his actions and reactions point to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and

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

murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as

says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now wraps around me like a safety blanket and it I can't tell if I crave it

brushes

off guard as he

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 allow anyone

him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't

in

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

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

head, a laugh breaking from his

he says, then he