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."

I know

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

volume. "All I can do is apologize and ask if we can

throw my hands up in defeat. "And

freezes, swallowing hard

ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought. "Well, I figured you would want an

into him in a second, my body nearly pressing against his

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

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 outside than even Merikh. "I don't hate you," He says,

closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath

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

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 it or fear

chest brushes against

off guard as he

completely and he stares into my face. My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to

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

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

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. "I already

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

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

says, then he