Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

"No one goes anywhere alone," I remind her, my voice threatening as I take two steps after her. Her red hair flips around, loose strands brushing over her flushed cheeks as her eyes bore into mine.

"Send someone with me and they will come back with a black eye." She says. It almost sounds like a warning, but the more I see the anger burning behind her glare, the more I realize she is making me a promise. "Even Marcos?" I murmur low enough for her to hear, then I quirk a single brow in retaliation for her attitude.

"I don't discriminate when I am angry." She says, taking two steps away before she turns on her heels and walks off into the trees.

I watch her with my stomach twisting in knots as my fingers twitch and my jaw clenches. She walks off gracefully with her head held high and yet, my eyes fall to her waist, watching it sway from side to side like a sex crazed idiot.

Should I have stopped myself? Maybe. Did I want to? No, and therein lies the problem. Nisha used to scratch an itch. For many of us, but that is why Koda does not care about her past.

We meant nothing to her, and she meant nothing to us. She is a friend, someone who was as broken as the rest of us, just seeking comfort for a night, a way to forget and not look back.

But Kyra...She tastes like my past and somehow my future. I restrained myself long enough to make sure she was willing and okay with what happened... but beyond that; I was selfish, and I didn't need another reason to hate myself. And yet, here I am, crossing off another mark. Reason five hundred something for why I deserve to die.

"Everything all good?" Dean asks, stepping up next to me.

"Yep." I lie and from the corner of my eye, I can see him nodding.

"So we are going to lie to each other now?" He asks, and I look over my shoulder for the others. Koda and Nisha chat with Marcos, who watches the place where Kyra disappeared as if trying to will her back.

"Does it count as a lie if I'm lying to myself about it, too?" I mutter, my chest rising with a deep inhale before I blow the air through my nose, trying to center myself. Kyra seems to weave her wed around me in every damn way possible, and I am tethered to her. Everything about her just...sets me off.

"Maybe you should go after her," He offers and I scoff.

"Are you kidding me? She will one hundred percent punch anyone who goes after her." I snort. "No, I will let her calm down and when she comes back, everything will be fine."

will be worse." Dean

that is not fucking helpful." I mutter and he slaps me

just trying to be someone you can talk

me and Dean with a look of worry. "Can I talk to

beating to a pulp for no reason. Well, perhaps there is a reason, but not one I am ready to acknowledge yet. "What's up, Marcos?" I ask him and he clears his

or Kyra have any injuries that needed

is disappointed, or at least forlorn. Clearly, he likes Kyra as much as she likes him. Well, maybe more, considering she ended up in my

that little nugget of information. She chose me, even if she didn't mean to. Even if I don't deserve it or her, I was the one she

some time,

asks, disbelieving. I adjust my stance, turning toward him as I cross my arms over my chest and look him up and

could see her wounds healing as she slept." I tell him, my voice harsh, to remind him I am still the person in charge here, even if

Kyra was

to say no and

el.Ket

is insinuating I took advantage of her in some way, that

my heart stutters...is he right? Did I take advantage of her when she was injured? Had she seemed like she wasn't in

recall. I was too caught up in her and the way she looked at me. The way she kissed me before I had the chance to close the distance. And the spark...the one I can still feel

I took advantage of her, Marcos?" I grit out. He blinks at me, his body unwavering as I get in his face, ready to tear him

am asking." He says. "Did you take advantage of her, Hayes? Are

Fuck.

a few steps back before I shake

Not only would I never do anything to hurt her, I would have been able to read her enough to know she wasn't being herself." He

trying to recall how she looked before

dirt and mud, so verifying what was bruising and mud wasn't exactly easy. And when we had