Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

My face buries into his neck, my arms clutching to him like velcro on a toddler's shoe. It feels hopeless as he groans, our bodies crushing impossibly closer as I realize he has slammed into something hard. The last time I was this useless was when Tyler died. My muscles clench and my heart aches unbearably as I force my head up. "What is the plan?" I ask him, steadying my shaky voice with fake confidence. I am not helpless, I am not useless, and I do not need to be saved. Not anymore, not after the last time someone died for me. I have spent far too long training to clam up now. "I am thinking." Hayes growls out over the sound of rocks crashing onto rocks and water surging.

"I'll think while you work." I say, twisting around in his arms, searching the river banks only to realize that what I thought was a river, angry and full of debris, is not that, not totally anyway.

"Any chance you could think a little faster than?" He groan's his face scrunching in pain.

"I'm working on it!" I say, growing more frantic by the second. We need to get away from the center where the current runs strong and deep. But how?

Then I spot it, a low hanging tree with a long solid branch as if our names were etched into it, waiting to catch us.

"Get us to the side." I say, tapping on his shoulder. My eyes narrow and set on our target. "Hurry!"

"I'm fucking trying," He hisses.

"Try harder, Hayes." I holler at him, panic rising in my throat as we grow closer by the second, yet we don't seem to move enough to the side and our only opportunity is about to be missed. "How about you carry us over there? Would that be better for you?" He grunts.

His wide arms sweep out behind me, our bodies all too slowly moving in the right direction. I lick my lips, leaning back slightly as I try to see if we will line up enough.

"Just a little more." I mutter more to myself as he groans with effort. His muscles grow taut and his shirt breaks free from him, his lycan taking over as its tufts of hair protrude from his skin. I grip onto the good side of his neck and look up, the branch dangerously close. Then I bite my lips, processing what needs to happen.

Not only are we not close enough, but the branch is much higher than I had expected. Even in his lycan form, Hayes isn't tall enough and with no real footing on the ground beneath us, there is no way for him to jump.

But I could jump off his back. The only problem is that if it's too deep when I jump, I risk shoving him under the water and into the current deeper below that will grip him and never let him go.

"Shit," I groan, clenching my fists as I try to focus. "Give in, Kyra. Trust your instincts."

make it to the side. He stops moving his massive paws, finding my waist as he lifts me, and I fly up, my

out, my voice

the branch and swing down, ignoring the slice of pain in my skin. I let my lycan take over as she sinks her claws into the top

hangs helplessly, my nails making blood drip down his arms and over his chest. I want to scream at

this,"

me, like a ton of bricks. This is his out. He has fought to live so far and follow the alpha's orders. But this move right now from him isn't one of death, not immediately anyway. He found a loophole, a way out, and he plans to use me as a way to get there. Hurt, anger, and raw fury pulse through me and I find the reserves

his head, giving me nothing but dead weight as he reaches up with his other hand and rests

mine as he slowly draws one claw out at a time

try to fix my grip but it's too late; the blood making his arm slick as I try to reach out and catch him

managed in my life. Dirt falls out beneath

his life all he wants but the thought of a

for anything from him. He may have found a loophole, but he will still have to make an effort to live, right?

my

my ankle twisting violently as I force myself to keep moving, the stabbing feeling in my bone pushed to the back of my head. There is only one thing I can worry about right now and that is - I

branches as it drags him further and faster away from me. By some stroke of luck, the log gets caught up on a massive boulder, teetering more toward my side. Each step feels like one step closer to success until I see the water tremble. A deep crack vibrates under me one that seems to make my whole body

legs move faster, my eyes focused on the small branch poking out from the log that might just be close enough for me to

water as I hope

yank, fast and hard, dragging it to me. When I look at it, I see Hayes' face down but close enough to touch. I

press my head to his chest. I hear nothing, no heartbeat, no chest sounds, but the mate bond lingers ever so lightly. He has to still be alive if I feel it still. I rise up, crossing my hands over each other as I begin compressing his chest, counting and pumping. Then I stop and pinch his nose, my lips pressing to his as I breathe into him. Then I move back to

on, Hayes!" I scream, tears falling from my face.

as I press my mouth to his. His jolts, water rushing into my mouth as I pull away and vomit it out. I can hear Hayes coughing and sputtering. His inhale is deep and fast. I turn, my lips quivering and my hands shaking as I fight back a sob. "You're okay." I

him, confusion and anger coloring his face as he looks around and then narrows his eyes on