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.

into my chest, 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

I turn to watch the dragon take human form and stand

the king's orders, you are exiled. I can smell it on you. Which means

One

our dragon flame to start our fire to ensure we didn't draw other

throat, rising to my feet unwilling to 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 up, royally. Again. A ghost of a spark trickles through me where her fingers push gently and

they had you," Marcos admits, a look of shame

feminine one." I swallow. "We felt they may be holding you and

who came to our aid asks the other two. They look at each

I can smell the lie a mile away as I scoff and shake my head. Not that I give a shit. Now that

Kyra says, looking fierce

a curious look and I glance away, already annoyed that he is after my best friend. Well, old best friend.

don't answer to any of you, especially considering

true," the other dragon says. "Now, or we will just end you all and move on with our

each other, whispering back and

guy gave us a girl to...spend time with in exchange for laying a trail." One of them finally says. Kyra's muscles stiffen and I watch her jawline as it flexes, and she looks away in sorrow. "And

is alive,

looks at me and Marcos, and suddenly I find I am pleased we found the wrong camp. Some poor girl is likely alive because

trail?" I ask, stepping forward. "The kind someone with a dragon egg asked you to

little surprised