Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"Exiled or not, I don't trust you." I tell him plainly. He nods in understanding, looking over at Kyra, who gives him an arched brow and a smirk. What, they have inside jokes already?

"I told you." She says quietly, causing me to drag my tongue over my teeth, trying my hardest not to snap at them.

"Where did you come from?" Marcos asks, sounding just as annoyed as I feel. A small flutter of amusement floats through me as I look at Teiran for his answer.

"I live on the road." He shrugs, "I happened to be camping nearby-"

"He is searching for Ezrah, too." Kyra says, cutting him off.

Teiran watches her closely but doesn't say anything to negate what she says as I narrow my eyes.

"So he is searching for the egg..." I say, leading them for more answers.

"Yes." He says, "But not for the reason you think. I have my own motives, but I assure you I want to work with you."

I recall the many times Colette would try to speak to me, fill me in on her stories about when she was saved from within the dragon's lair. She trusted Teiran once, the fallen heir who distrusted Giselle.

But that doesn't mean in these two years that his allegiance has changed completely. Where Colette found it easy to discern who to trust, I find I don't have it in me to even try it.

"You trust him?" I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose between my eyes. My body is tired, weakened from sprinting and fighting and my mental guard is down from seeing her safe. "I think so." She says. I bark a soft laugh as I shake my head.

"I don't have it in me to argue with you right now."

"Uh, I don't trust him." Marcos chimes in, "Does my opinion matter for anything?"

"Not really." I tell him truthfully, shooting him a smirk as he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in defeat.

"We can discuss it with Koda, Dean, and Nisha when we get back." I say, walking away, searching the ground for the remnants of some type of clothing.

camp, I have extra pants." Teiran says before looking at Kyra. "And

narrowed on him as he looks at me with

the best. At least, for my sanity, when it comes to both Marcos and Teiran sneaking the occasional look

look around, wondering how the hell we missed this as we sprinted through the forest

needed me? What if Teiran had tried something and I just...sprinted past her as she needed me? I

dealing out clothing to the rest as I slip my feet through and tug them to my waist. I take a second to close my eyes and appreciate a pair of clothing that fits right. He grabs his

says looking around

two walk ahead, I want to speak to Kyra." I say, pinning her in place with my scowl. She

I am going." Teiran reminds me

grinning. I groan, clenching my jaw before I point in the direction our camp is, my

walking that way." I grit out. "We will be

he

he drops his head and follows along with Marcos. Kyra takes two steps to follow them

need to stay close," she says,

ask, which earns me

move with hers, the draw of being near her taking over my senses as I stare at her. "You

says, jutting her head to the side to nail home the sass she is giving

life and the next...damn it, the next I am ready to live my life arguing with her

him." I say, reminding myself to focus on the task at hand. Teiran, the big dragon dick who just

I do," she

the woods and suddenly you forget they are our enemy? They killed Tyler." Her eyes narrow and she drops her arms to her side, her tongue pressing to the side of her mouth as she chuckles quietly

fuck yourself, Hayes."

as if she is too tired

every lycan is good. I am choosing to trust him because we need him. How else do you intend

"You don't know what happened, clearly, because you act like he fought