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,

he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking him to choose

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

hands up in defeat. "And what

hard as he blinks

I ask him, my hands finding

into him in a second, my body nearly pressing

back." I hiss, "The girl you remember and the woman standing in front of you are very different 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." His eyes meet mine and for a moment the air grows thick, the

to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the

off guard

eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as his tongue

if I hated you." He says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick

chest brushes against

me off guard as he

My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate

ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if

if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been

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 instructed him to do." "Why are you still here?" He asks, the gentle Hayes I remember disintegrating in a

and he watches

breaking from his deformed, yet somehow still

give me space," he says, then he points