Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"So, where exactly are we headed first?" I ask the group as they move in silence in front of me. Nisha groans in annoyance, picking up her pace, Koda following along behind her like a love struck puppy. "Great, good talk." I mutter to myself. "She will come around eventually," Marcos says, popping up on my right. He gives me a gentle smile that makes my cheeks blush and I shake my head, hiding my grin. "I enjoyed spending time with you last night." I chuckle and nod. "Yeah, the silence was nice."

His eyes squint slightly and his mouth quirks up at the edges, the light sound of laughter tumbling freely from him like he is unaffected by his past. A pang of jealousy twinges in my chest and I look away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I was thinking more about the nice wrestling match." He winks and I bark out a laugh, giving him a shove as he leans away.

"Way to make it sound less like you getting your ass kicked and more like it was planned." I tease him.

"I mean, call it what you want. I'm happy to do it again whenever you'd like."

Oh, Marcos is a flirt. A damn good flirt, but for once, it feels nice to be seen for more than a history I had. Either with Tyler or Hayes.

"No relationships in the group." Hayes growls, a glare sharp enough it could puncture even a dragon's hide. My spine tingles as his scent hits my nostrils and I want to gnaw my heart out just to keep it from feeling anything for him. "Define relationships?" I say with a sarcastic lip twitch. "Because I'm not looking for a new mate, just maybe someone to pass the time until I inevitably die in battle."

It's a lie. I'm not looking for anyone or anything to help me pass the time. But the way Hayes' glare turns annoyed to homicidal is well worth the little lie. A little part of me feeds off seeing the emotions play across his face that he can't control. "Don't fuck around." He clarifies, trying to come off as intimidating, but all it does is thrill me all too much that he cares at all.

"What about just fucking? Is that okay?" I ask, sending a wink to Marcos, who clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

"Well damn, I wasn't expecting you to be that forward—"

"No. You can not fuck Marcos. Or Koda, or Dean, or Nisha." He says, his voice growing loud but not quite yelling yet.

"What about you then?" Marcos asks, a defiant look in his eyes as he stops and goes toe to toe with Hayes.

Hayes blinks slowly, his shoulders rolling back as he rises to his full height. He stands two inches taller than Marcos before he leans forward, his lips in a sneer.

"If she needs to fuck anyone, she can use her damn fingers and her imagination." He snaps out, but his eyes shift to me and I can see a look there that makes my eyebrows raise and my mouth go dry.

"Interesting." Marcos mutters, taking a step back, a mischievous grin on his lips. "So She is off limits, is that what you are saying?"

out before he seems to rear back. "I mean no. Just

who can just freely crawl into anyone's tent she pleases?" Marcos

my throat, the jealousy twisting through my stomach painfully

throat of the acid

chest. Where I aim

pain of hating myself for thinking of someone other than Tyler and the pain of hating Hayes for not feeling the bond and the usual self hatred for

who looks mildly surprised to see me at his side. Neither of us say anything. Why would we when we have nothing to discuss? But I must admit, the lack of hostility and flirtatious looks is a relief I didn't think

at me curiously. I shrug and shake my head, telling him I have no idea what it's about either, and he turns to look back. I follow

Dean then lets out a heavy sigh and gives me a sympathetic look before

grow large in

as he clearly

when it

communication between Hayes and Dean to make him take off

apologize like that.

deep and demanding, causing my body

want this pull, this

cheating on Tyler, on our family, that I was too weak to keep together. It takes me further from their memory with every little tug. Every scent, every look pults the line more taut, and it makes it so much harder

to look, but instead, I look in the opposite

you need, Hayes?" I ask

says, his lips pressing together tightly, like he has to

Hayes. I won't fuck anyone in our crew." I roll my eyes.

the one that was discussing it, Kyra. Not me." His voice

just to illustrate my

things ended in our friendship." "Why do you do this?" I ask him, unable to hide the shock I feel so

what?" he asks,