Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Kyra*

I scoff, giving Hayes' chest a gentle shove. How long have I waited for him to want me? How long did I grieve and now he thinks his words, his empty, useless words, are going to what? Make me swoon? My lycan craves him. Hell, all of me wants him. But I refuse to be

used again other than what my alpha has asked of me.

"Wow, you really know how to make a girl weak in the knees." I tell him, and he frowns.

His hand extends out like he might try to touch me again, but he stops, making a fist before he exhales and looks away.

"I'm not trying to make you weak in the knees." He says, his tone flat and expressionless.

"I don't want to be your reason to live, Hayes." I tell him honestly. "What I want is for you to stop almost getting yourself killed."

"Because you are worried about potentially dying if I don't try my hardest?" He asks.

I have lots of reasons why I don't want this dense beta to just stop trying and die. But what I also have is a little bit of pride and I refuse to tell him it is because I care about him. What I need is for him to keep his distance and stop touching me so I can think straight. "Something like that, now. Can we go?" I ask, motioning to where the other two have disappeared.

"No." He grits out. "I do not want that dragon in my camp."

"Then Teiran and I will go on our own." I shrug, as if leaving Hayes wouldn't be the hardest thing to do right now. Not when I can't trust that he won't just up and die.

"Over my dead body," He grinds out, taking a step toward me.

"Oh? See, so willing to die and unwilling to cooperate." I tut at him, waving my finger in his face as if telling him no. "Teiran and I are a package deal."

He roars in laughter, throwing his head back as if I have told him the funniest joke he has ever heard.

"You go where I go, end of conversation," he finally says after a few moments of shaking his head with an amused grin.

"Then I guess we are a trio." I smile at him sweetly.

"Kyra..." He growls low, his eyes meeting mine, all his emotions unmasked as he captures my full attention.

the way he looks at me makes my mouth go dry. Instantly I am flushed, my lungs screaming for air and my heart so loud in my ears that when his mouth moves I can hear nothing but the pattering

that understood?" His entire presence is intimidating, the glint in his eyes informing me he isn't messing around this time. So instead of provoking him anymore than I already have, I swallow roughly and

looking over his shoulder when I don't follow closely, and he

frozen in silence. I have more things I want to say, things I want to do now that I see he is okay when earlier I

shoulders slump a little, his intimidation tactic slowing as he turns

exhausting fighting with you." I admit. He

ass comments and bickering?" He asks,

as I walk to his side. He gives me a gentle elbow and I wince in pain,

did you hurt

cut, but I also messed up my ankle, which seems to be healed already." I tell him, looking down at my dirt riddled leg, a shiver

He

A long pink jagged line runs through the deep purple and green

in thought. I don't have the heart to tell him it is because I am near my second chance mate. That his presence is what is making my lycan work in overdrive to fix my injuries. "I don't think I have

He hums in

The silence is almost worse than the talking of the looks he keeps giving me. The tension with just being close enough but yet too far away feels like it is

away from Hayes. Less time for this mate bond to grow stronger and more unbearable. The sex was a mistake, in every way possible

you." He whispers, after a long stretch, Teiran and Marcos now insight as they continually look back to keep tabs on

tease, trying to break the tension. Hayes shakes his head

for saving me." He says and I squawk in

I'll be damned. Mr. 'Let me

He glares at me.

Let's not get too carried away."

say, smiling. "I suppose I can take it for what it is. And you are welcome, Hayes.

lightly, shaking

chaos

this win from me," I beam at him, the tension evaporating and the pressure

how things were before the world went to hell and our souls were tattered. The

the back of his neck before he pauses and lowers his hand, looking at it as if he forgot