Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

I spin around as Marcos screams, my eyes growing wide as heat barrels down at me. Instinct tells me to dive, but that deep-seated self hatred grips me, keeping me in place.

I slip my eyes closed, ready to take the full brunt of the flames as my left crunches, a heavy force hammering into me with a growl. The air squeezes from my lungs as I am slammed to the ground roughly, my head bouncing off the soft forest ground. My lycan lets go, releasing me back to my human form as I look up into the eyes of an annoyed redhead. She shoves off of me, a glare pinning me to my spot as I try to get up. Kyra shoves her foot into my chest, pushing me back down to the ground. "You are a liability. Stay the hell down." She hisses before she turns and rushes to help Marcos.

My eyes are glued to her, watching as she uses his body as he falls to his knees, ready to take a hit to the face. Her thin figure leaps up from him, her torso falling back as she approaches legs first, hooking her legs around the asshole's neck.

Kyra's claws come out as she crunches up, taking hold of his neck with both hands and then slips her hand over his jugular on her way to his back. He stumbles, gurgling before he tumbles forward with her on his neck, as if she were at a concert with him trying to get a better look at the artist. Just before he hits, her feet touch the ground, and she runs forward again.

I roll to my belly, forcing myself up and ignoring the pain of the first fight I nearly lost saving Marcos. These dragons are tough assholes, with thick hides and thicker skulls. Marcos stumbles forward, his body battered as I make my way to him, watching Kyra. Or at least a double who looks like Kyra.

"Holy shit. She was holding out on us," Marcos breathes.

"How many were there?" I ask him, counting the bodies on the ground around us, panic rising. "When we showed up, how many were there, Marcos?"

"Five." He says with certainty.

I scan around, seeing only three bodies on the ground and yet, when I count, looks like there are four people fighting.

Kyra lets out a pained cry, her arm folding over her stomach as she takes measured steps around a man twice her size. I lunge toward her, stepping in front of her as the asshole shifts into his dragon form, tearing bared as he growls, shaking the earth beneath our feet. "Why are you so hell bent on dying?" She grits, yanking at my arm as she drags me in the opposite direction. I scan around, looking for anywhere we can hide from the heat that is about to consume us, but there is nothing but the two men fighting in front of us. "TEIRAN!" she screams out.

One man spins, and in the blink of an eye, he sprints toward us, leaping just feet away before he transforms into an enormous beast, breaking trees with his sheer size. Heat erupts around us, Marcos being shoved at us by a massive black tail as I hug Kyra close to my chest and drop down, protecting her.

forehead pressed to my bare skin, and I feel a sense of calm wash over me. It's as if being near her has revitalized me as my lycan awakes again, ready to fight and not a thought of death on his mind. Kyra being this close to danger again because

I turn to watch the dragon

king's orders, you are exiled. I can smell it

are you." One

even use our dragon flame to start our

let go of Kyra who wiggles in my arms for a half attempted escape. I look down at her, those deep eyes meeting mine as my stomach flutters. It would appear I fucked

they had you," Marcos admits, a

was a scream, a feminine one." I swallow. "We felt they may be holding you and torturing

to our aid asks the other two. They look at each other and then at the

didn't hear anything." They mumble, but I can smell the lie a mile away as I scoff and shake my head. Not that I give a shit. Now that I know Kyra is safe, I couldn't care

Kyra says,

next to this new man she brought along with her. Marcos shoots me a curious look and I glance away, already annoyed that he is after my best friend. Well, old best friend. But what does this guy mean? Is he just one more

answer to any of you,

or we will just

look at each other, whispering back and forth before one

Kyra's muscles stiffen and I watch her jawline as it flexes, and she looks away in sorrow.

is alive,

the wrong camp. Some poor girl is likely alive because of our mistake. And that is

stepping forward. "The kind someone with a dragon egg

a little