Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 151

*Kyra*

I catch myself constantly stealing glimpses of Hayes' injury. The way the scars seem to crawl up his neck and into his cheek like a thorny rose vine creeping up a trellis. It twists and dips, spots shiny while others are dull and deep. My fingers itch to touch it, to trace the

tendrils that caused him so much pain as they dance up the side of his head, burning off half his eyebrow.

It's mesmerizing, almost beautiful. A map of his sufferings. He finds it appalling, convinced I could only feel the same way. But I don't avoid his touch because of his injuries. I run from the sparks he seems immune to.

The explosion that rips through my body and tries to urge me to follow what the moon goddess has given me. It's not about moving on from what I lost, but accepting what I am being offered. But I'm not sure I can or that I want to.

"Ask me," Hayes sighs heavily, the annoyance clear in his exhale as he remains looking forward. My brows pull together, the left corner of my lip pulling down in a confused frown.

"What exactly am I asking you?"

"Did it hurt? Does it still hurt? How did it happen?" Hayes says, his voice flat and unaffected.

"Is that normally what people ask?" I watch him closely as he clears his throat and looks in the opposite direction. "Because I got the feeling people avoid you."

"Because of my burns?" He scoffs, and I snort.

"No, because you're an asshole now."

Dean and Marcos chuckle ahead of us, both of them shaking their heads.

"Yeah, well, if I look like an asshole people don't ask me annoying questions," He grumbles.

I arch a brow and smirk up at him, regardless of how much he tries to look away.

wanted to

me," He says. "I assumed you

what creates those burns, and I know the pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my toes and walk toward the front of the group. I catch up to Nisha, sliding up on her right side as she looks amused by my presence. Neither of

if we are going to be stuck together for a while, then I may as

muses,

tell her. "Just coming

my own ears. Being around Hayes is entirely suffocating and when he isn't around, usually there is Marcos drowning me with his closeness and his overwhelming presence. Two entirely different men both successfully making me uncomfortable and want to

shakes her head before she points up ahead, where Koda saunters,

and I admit her immediate desire

offend you?" I ask, tired of the

arches

dislike for me is purely a personal choice." I scoff and

a few steps before she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching my elbow, tugging

and very anger filled family. But that's all I have, so yes, I am hesitant to welcome someone

eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still,

narrow my eyes, tilting my

scent of overly warm metal or charcoal in the faintest way pulling

In the darkness I see a dull light, like a thread leading me as it pulses away, calling me to follow. I can

you going?" Nisha hisses after me, but I am too far gone, already on

cut around a tree, I

under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a dent, as if a rock were hammered into it. My

look closely. There is a slight shimmer, an oily hue, on my

spit

My nose may have picked up the scent, but my other skills have verified it. Ezrah and the egg are close. Now it

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