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."

a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being me in multiple pieces." I say,

understand now is that I want to know why he

mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize

up in defeat. "And what does

He freezes, swallowing hard as

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

my body nearly pressing

not going back." 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 in his

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, his words

his closeness catching me off guard as his

murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to his

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

brushes

off guard as he

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

accusing me of having sex with him, helping me?" 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 go away, it

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

me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just

and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the group

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

he says, then