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."

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

to know why he thinks so little of me.

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

hands up in defeat. "And what does moving

He freezes, swallowing hard as he blinks

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

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

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

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

hitches, his closeness catching me off guard

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

scent I didn't pick

chest brushes against

guard as

I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this

light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this pull to go away,

bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been

face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just like you had instructed him to do." "Why are you still here?" He asks, the

tell him, and he watches

laugh breaking from his deformed,

when to give me space," he says, then he points at me. "You clearly