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."

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

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

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

my hands up in defeat. "And what does moving

hard as he blinks at

happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought. "Well, I figured

my body nearly pressing against his

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 forest around us

my chest 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 I am the furthest on the

breathing hitches, his closeness catching me off guard as

my eyes flick to

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

brushes

guard

feel 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 away, it tugs

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

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

came for more than that." I tell him, and he watches me

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

know when to give me space," he says, then he points at me. "You clearly don't remember me