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.

mouth go dry. Instantly I am flushed, my lungs screaming for air and my heart so loud in

alone with him or anyone else. I say we can not trust. Is 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

struts past me, looking over his shoulder when I don't follow closely, and he arches

I want to do now that I see he is okay when earlier I was so damn worried. "Do

intimidation tactic slowing as

It is exhausting fighting with you." I

no more smart ass comments and bickering?" He asks, and I snort

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

badly did you hurt your arm?"

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

healed already?" He

nod before I pull my bloody sleeve up and look at my bruised skin. A long pink jagged line

healed this fast?" Hayes asks, tilting his head to the side 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 ever actually timed

hums

he keeps giving me. The tension with just being close enough but yet too far away feels like it is tearing at

away from Hayes. Less time for this mate bond to grow stronger and more unbearable. The sex was a

long stretch, Teiran and Marcos now insight as they continually look back

tease, trying to break the tension. Hayes shakes

I squawk in shock and dry chuckle breaking from

me die' is happy I

He glares at me.

just said thank you. Let's not

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

laughs lightly, shaking his

chaos in

can make jabs all you want, but you can't take this win from me," I beam at him, the tension

home, like how things were before the world went to hell and our souls were tattered. The fun little banter that wasn't meant to sting or hurt, but bring laughter and lightness to

looking at it as if he