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.

not?" I say, a giddy grin still on my lips. "Tyler was...he

I ask how he

and I glance away, my hands growing

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

"Right. Sorry." He says.

much between us to be anything other than hotheaded or complete strangers. Yet, the comfort I feel when I am near him is unmatched by anyone

hole in my heart. But being around Hayes again,

I mutter, looking up at the small clearing above my head, hoping to clear away the remnants of our failed conversation moments ago.

way we

before letting

this is the way we need to go. My lycan is on edge, snorting and snarling

catches my eye

smirking at us. I want to launch myself across, to grab him and end this now, but no one efse seems to

murmur and everyone around

and talking

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

Dean asks, and I

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

roars in

finally caught up. Took you long enough. I thought

killed my mate." Hayes

But I have the only thing you can

and his jaw clenched. My stomach twists with questions as I look at Hayes and

it or that I am not also hunting for it in a way. But my revenge is ending this war. Hayes' revenge is killing the bastard who

popping her hip out to the side,

He shimmers before his body 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