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.

ask you any questions. You demanded I ask you what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and

staring at me," He

my strides to distance myself from him. After three steps, I spin, walking backward as I face him. "Every warrior knows what creates those burns, and I know the pain they bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my

if we are going to be stuck together for

muses, her

Nisha." I tell her. "Just

isn't around, usually there is Marcos drowning me with his closeness and his overwhelming presence.

up ahead, where Koda saunters, ducking

I admit her immediate desire to send me off

to offend you?" I ask,

arches a

purely a personal choice." I

before she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching

of these guys. They are my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family. But that's all I have, so yes, I

eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses

eyes, tilting

or charcoal in the faintest way

it pulses away, calling me to

but I am too far gone,

I cut around a

is a small fresh cut, the under skin looking green and still moist. It's more

hand to my nose and look closely. There is a slight shimmer, an oily

spit its

hear hushes arguing ways behind me, but I push forward. My nose may have picked up the scent, but my other skills have verified it. Ezrah and the

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