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."

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 multiple pieces." I say,

he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know

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

my hands up in defeat. "And what does

swallowing hard as he

this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around,

step into him in a second, my body nearly pressing against his as

find this Fae?

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

guard as his warm breath

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

hated you." He says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now wraps around me like

brushes

off guard as

in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate

with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light

bite as if remembering the moment in his

me." I say, and his eyes flash as 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

him, and he watches me expectantly. "The

a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow

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