Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Hayes scoffs, his thumb coming up and rubbing over his lips before he nods and clears his throat.

"You are right. We really should get a move on." He grumbles, brushing past me. I roll my eyes and chuckle to myself. He is so used to being in charge that he forgets I am the tracker and he is heading in the wrong direction. "Might be better if we head in the right direction." I say, crossing my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide my cocky smirk. "Unless you would rather take the long way."

Hayes slows before coming to a stop, his head hanging low as he turns to look at me. He places his hands on his hips as if he is trying to restrain himself, then he mutters under his breath before he walks back toward me. "Less time with you, the better it is for both of us." He says, flashing me a forced smile.

"Seemed like you wanted to spend time with me earlier," I grumble before I roll my eyes and turn to the left and walk away from him.

"That wasn't exactly quality time, Kyra." He says behind me. "It was-"

"Just a quick fuck?" I grind out, finishing the sentence for him. "Yes, Hayes, I am aware of that. You do know that you are not the first man I have been with, right? I know what it feels like to be loved and now I know what it feels like to be used. Thank you so much for that lesson."

"Wait a minute." He scoffs, rushing past me before he puts his hands out to keep me from walking further. "You are the one who came onto me, Kyra. It was you who kissed me."

What he doesn't realize is that it was his words and confession that made me weak enough to act on the bond. I didn't want to kiss the man who left me for dead and then tried to make me watch him die. That was the cruelty of the moon goddess and her damn games she plays on us for the fun of it. I rub my face and shake my head.

"Can we just...agree it was a mutual arrangement to scratch an itch? And now we can consider the itch scratched and we can move on." I say, feeling a bubble of confusion as he frowns at me. He has no right to act like this isn't exactly what he planned or wanted. "And yet you keep bringing it up," he says, "Like you can't get it out of your head."

"I do not! And It just happened, I haven't had the time to get it out of my head." I scoff, offended by his preposterous accusation.

"It's fine Ky, I get it. You aren't the only one who struggles with no strings attached sex." He shrugs, looking smugly at me.

I guffaw, a dark chuckle bursting from my lips. This asshole really thinks so highly of himself, even when he wants to die and is such a dickhead. No strings attached. Right, the issue I have with everything isn't the lack of strings, but the insurmountable strings that only I can apparently feel tugging at me.

"I haven't scented Ezrah since before I was struck by that tree. So hopefully, if we head back that way, we can find something." I murmur, choosing to take the high road.

like the silent road,

scoffs. "You are resorting to ignoring the

I can listen for anything out of the ordinary." I say, shooting

the first

left to discuss,

I look at him curiously. He looks away before he finally meets my gaze with

stomach making me

asks, his voice soft and coaxing as if he is trying

instantly look away, unable to think of a single word to say to him. I came to terms with losing Tyler and our baby some time ago.

my world did not cease to exist when I lost him. We both know I couldn't go through that after

that." I say, clearing my throat. Hayes' eyes

It is clear Hayes is not following what I mean.

was never a quickie in the woods against a tree. It was the two of us. making a promise, showcasing how we felt about each other." I whisper, remembering how much he hated anything that seemed rushed. Tyler was a romantic, one who, even when he was tempted, took

and then go about your day?" "You know what, never mind. This isn't a topic I want to discuss with you." I

to me he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, even if he occasionally says something that makes

you tell me about Leandra?" I ask, whipping around to glare at him. His

silence is the best route for us." He grits

I grumble. "Follow my lead and try not

is thicker than it was before I gave into the pull of the bond. I can feel every look he gives me, as if his eyes were a stream of fire

He says, not happy with me. I exhale, showing him

the last time you saw him, you went crazy and nearly got us

thought fucking you would make you a little less uptight and snarky," he snarks from behind

swirl in a mixture of homicidal rage and disappointment as my body responds to the thought of us having sex earlier. I had hoped it would lessen the desire to be in his arms, or at least put it off