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.

silent road, unless it refers

"You are resorting to

I can listen for anything out of the

for the first time,

there left to

wait for him to keep talking, but when he doesn't, I look at him curiously. He looks away before he finally meets my gaze with pity in

feeling in my stomach making me more nervous than I

voice soft and coaxing

to say to him. I came to terms with losing Tyler and our baby some time ago. Not to say that

was a conversation we had once the war started to rage. I loved Tyler, but my world did not cease to exist when I lost him. We both know I couldn't go through that after how terribly I took Hayes' initial

time doing something like that." I say, clearing my throat. Hayes' eyes grow wide and

you saying I took your virginity?" He asks. It is clear Hayes is not following what I mean. I scoff and roll

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 his time and planned things

it and then go about your day?" "You know what, never mind. This isn't a

He claims, but I can see the way my words seem to befuddle him. It's clear to me he doesn't have a romantic bone in his body, even if he occasionally says something that makes it damn near impossible

about Leandra?" I ask, whipping around to glare at him. His face hardens, his lip twitching

best route for us." He

grumble. "Follow my lead and

into the pull of the bond. I can feel every look he gives me, as if his eyes were a stream of

says, not happy with

went crazy and nearly got us both killed. So forgive me for wanting to know what

would make you a little less uptight and snarky," he snarks

would lessen the desire