Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Kyra*

I wonder what it feels like to lose two mates. What happens to me after losing Hayes? Do I just not get to have happiness again or will I slowly waste away and die?

Second chance mates are commonplace, but second chance mates aren't rejected. Rejectable? Yes, and sure it has happened before, but it's so rare that no one really knows much about the aftereffects.

If that is the case, then this mission, whether or not I die, is my last just as much as it is Hayes. Or would he choose me, even knowing that a rejection places me in an unknown place?

My stomach falls and I press my hand to it, feeling the pang of disappointment deep. Would I even want him to choose me just to protect me? Old me would have had him anyway I could have.

But I know what it feels like to be truly loved now. The woman I am now knows how I should be treated, how a man should adore me the way I adore him. The last thing I want is a bond with a man who not only doesn't want me, but doesn't want to be alive. I scoff, shaking my head at the nonsense running through my mind. This bond is weaving into my thoughts, trying to control my emotions and me.

"What is so funny?" Hayes asks, causing me to look at him, startled, as I blink at him.

"Oh, I was just thinking in my head, that's all." I tell him.

"Can I ask you something?" He asks, clearing his throat.

"Depends on what it is, I guess," I shrug.

"Did you have a good life? I mean, after you left me - uh, I mean our pack. Were you happy?"

His question surprises me, but the tenderness in his voice catches me off guard. It sounds like he not only wants to know but that he cares to know I lived a good life without him in it.

"It was rough the first couple of years." I admit. "No one is all that keen on letting a lycan with no family into their pack."

He frowns as he exhales. "I was worried about that, but it seems like Tyler was very accepting."

"Tyler was..." I pause, smiling as I remember the first time I met him, the way his eyes lit up and he looked ready to scream to the world I was his mate. Regardless of his alpha being wary of the lonely lycan in the woods. "He was different from everyone else." "You loved him then?" He asks, and I chuckle.

giddy grin still on my lips. "Tyler

I ask

and I glance away, my hands growing clammy and

lived than how he died, Hayes." I whisper, clearing my throat from the

"Right. Sorry." He says.

to be anything other than hotheaded or complete strangers. Yet, the

or the hole in my heart. But being around Hayes again, it feels less daunting, facing it all. And I hate knowing that soon, I

the remnants of our failed conversation moments ago. When I look forward again, I come

different way over," Marcos says. "There is no way we are making it across that, not even in

groans in annoyance before letting out a muttered

refuse to give up, not when I can feel it in my bones that this is the way we need to go. My lycan is on edge, snorting and snarling in my head as I move toward the edge, scanning the river and the

my eye

elf with his hands looped into the straps of a bag as he stands, relaxed, smirking at us. I want to launch myself across, to grab him and end this now, but no one efse seems to see him. My

Ezrah." I murmur and

and talking to

I just saw him." I say, rolling my eyes and I lull my head to the

you sure?" Dean asks, and I

"He knows we can't cross, and he must know

roars in a

voice is soft, masculine and airy. "You have finally caught up. Took you long

who killed my mate." Hayes scoffs.

have the only thing you can

body goes rigid, his neck muscles rippling and his jaw clenched. My stomach twists with questions as I look at Hayes and the fury on his face. Revenge is always

not also hunting for it in a way. But my revenge is

says, popping her hip out to the side, her hand propped

just disappear, and I bite my lip in annoyance. Hayes remains still, everyone watching him, waiting for our next move