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."

for hours, 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 me in

I want to know why he thinks so little of me.

matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize and ask if we

throw my hands up in defeat.

swallowing hard as

Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my

nearly pressing against his as my anger surges

need to find this Fae? I am your only hope of finding him. I can promise you that." His eyes meet mine

to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the furthest on

catching me off guard as his

it." I murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as his tongue slips out and

pick up before now wraps around me like a safety blanket and it I can't tell if I crave it or

brushes

me off guard as he

the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it to smithereens. I can't allow anyone to have this type of power over me. Not

beating Marcos and accusing me of having sex with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this pull to go

touching you." He says his words full of bite as if remembering the moment in

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

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

head, a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow

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