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."

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

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

matches mine in volume. "All I can do

defeat. "And what does moving on look

swallowing hard as he blinks

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

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

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." His eyes meet mine and for a moment the air grows thick,

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

catching me off guard as his warm

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

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

brushes against

off guard

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

helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It

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

from a daze. Hayes takes a step back from me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just

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

his head, a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow still

space," he says, then he points at