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."

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

that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking him to choose me. Was it

up." He says, his voice matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize

defeat. "And what does

hard as he blinks

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

nearly pressing

You need to find this Fae? I am your only hope

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.

his closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath tickles over my

I murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to

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

chest brushes against

guard as

in my cheeks. I need to

still dry, my body light as

words full of bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been something far more devious than what

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

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

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

space," he says, then he points at me. "You