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.

say, a giddy grin still on

ask

I glance away, my hands growing

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

"Right. Sorry." He says.

we don't know how to talk anymore. There is too much between us to be anything other than hotheaded or complete strangers. Yet,

being around Hayes again, it

our failed conversation moments ago. When I look forward again,

way over," Marcos says. "There is no way we are making it across

in annoyance before letting

the way we need to go. My lycan is on edge, snorting and snarling in my head as

catches my eye and

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 eyes meet his as he gives me a courteous nod and takes

you better run, Ezrah." I murmur and everyone

crazy and talking to yourself?" Nisha

I say, rolling my eyes and I lull my head to the side,

sure?" Dean

grit out at him. "He knows we can't cross, and he must know there

roars in a

masculine and airy. "You have finally caught up.

killed my mate." Hayes scoffs. "You were busy tricking

have the only thing you can use to

with questions as I look at Hayes and the fury on his face. Revenge is always a pipe dream. Something that we

am not also hunting for it in a way. But my revenge is ending this war.

you dead." Nisha says, popping her hip

seems to just disappear, and I bite my lip in annoyance. Hayes remains still, everyone watching him, waiting for our next move before he lurches forward toward the