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

he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was

his voice matches mine in volume. "All

throw my hands up in defeat. "And what

hard as he

him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around,

nearly pressing against his as my anger surges

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 forest around us silent as I get lost

one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the furthest on the outside than even Merikh. "I don't hate you," He

closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath

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

wouldn't have helped you if I 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 and it I can't tell if I crave

chest brushes

off guard as he

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

my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this pull to go away, it

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

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 instructed him to do." "Why are you still here?" He

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

his head, a laugh breaking from his deformed,

then he points at me. "You clearly