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."

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

understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me.

his voice matches mine in volume. "All I can

up in defeat. "And what does moving on

swallowing hard

look like for us? You want to move on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought. "Well, I figured you

body nearly pressing against his as my anger surges

I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I am your only hope of finding him. I

point to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life,

me off guard as his warm breath tickles

flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as

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

chest brushes

guard as

hitches and I can 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

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

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

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 puff of annoyance.

him, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the

laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow still handsome

says, then he points at me.