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

he apologizes or that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving

"All I can

throw my hands up in defeat. "And what does

He freezes, swallowing hard

on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows

second, my body nearly

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."

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, his words soft as he

hitches, his closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath tickles over

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

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 blanket and it I

brushes

off guard as

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

and 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

remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have

eyes 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

tell him, and he watches me expectantly.

from his deformed, yet somehow

when to give me space," he says, then he points