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."

decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am

I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back

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

hands up in defeat. "And

swallowing hard as

on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding

in a second, my body nearly pressing against his as my anger surges

you are very different people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I

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

catching me off guard as his warm

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

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

chest brushes against

me off guard

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

me of having sex with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it

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

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 asks, the gentle Hayes I remember disintegrating in a puff of annoyance. "I already

I tell him, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the group is worried about

his head, a laugh breaking from his

he says, then he points at me. "You clearly don't remember