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.

extra pants." Teiran says before looking at Kyra. "And

My protective eyes narrowed on him as he looks at me with a

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

missed this as we

Teiran had tried something and I just...sprinted

slip my feet through and tug them to my waist. I take a second to close my eyes and

looking around and I

to speak to Kyra." I say, pinning her in place with my scowl. She exhales, stalking toward

don't really know where I am going." Teiran reminds me and Marcos

jaw before I point in the direction our camp is, my eyes

way." I grit out. "We will be right behind

but he does as

Kyra one last look before he drops his head and follows along with Marcos. Kyra takes two steps to follow them as my hand lifts, pressing into her

need to stay close," she says, her gaze focused on

track them?" I ask, which earns me a scowl, her freckled face turning red as she grinds her

you want to talk about?" She asks, reaching down and shoving my hand off of her as she takes a step, putting space between us. My body wants to move with hers, the draw of being near her taking over my senses as I stare at her. "You don't just find strangers and invite them to join us." I tell her, shaking my head, forcing

you know well, either." She says, jutting

my life and the next...damn it, the

to focus on the task at hand. Teiran, the big dragon dick who just wooed Kyra into letting him join

I do,"

narrow and she drops her arms to her side, her

yourself, Hayes."

soft, as if she

"Not every dragon is bad, just like not every lycan is good. I am choosing to trust him because we need him. How

hiss at her. "You don't know what happened, clearly, because you act like he