Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Everyone sits and stares at Teiran, Nisha's eyes sizing him up with unbridled curiosity. Dean clears his throat, waiting for Hayes to say something, anything. But he doesn't. Instead, he stands and turns to walk away. "Hayes," Koda hisses, causing Hayes to stop, look over his shoulder uninterested, and then he walks off.

"I'll take the first watch," he mutters.

"I am Teiran." The dragon heir says. Nisha slaps at Koda, her eyes wide.

"I told you he looks familiar," she hisses at him.

"And how do you know him?" He asks, sounding bored.

"He is the dragon king's kid." She grits out. Koda sits up straighter, his mouth falling open as he looks at me, a grimace on my face as I try to hide my face.

"He is what?" Dean screeches.

"Calm down, they exiled him," Marcos says in Teiran's defense and I feel a twitch at my lip, amused that suddenly Marcos is defending him, even if it is minimal. "Disowned really."

"That doesn't matter," Koda scoffs. "If he looks like a dragon and smells like a dragon, then he is the enemy."

"Do I look like a dragon just sitting here?" Teiran asks, and Koda frowns.

"He means you are big," Nisha tries to explain.

"He is here because I asked him to help us." I say, cutting the chit chat short. "Yes, he is the dragon king's son, yes he was exiled and yes, I do trust him. At least enough to trust that we are not his enemy." "Did you stop to consider that maybe he is our enemy?" Koda groans. "And Hayes agreed to this?"

He suddenly stands, throwing his hands up in anger before he chuckles to himself and he sneers at me.

"Yes, Hayes agreed. Teiran and I saved Hayes and Marcos. He had no problem killing his own kind to keep us safe." I snap at him as I jump up too, rolling my shoulders back.

saved Marcos and Hayes?" Nisha repeats, her tone mocking

your leader

Dean looks down at his hands and Koda looks away, clearing his throat. We all know about Hayes' wish for death, the oath his brother made him take. There is no room for arguing with anyone about that. "I'm going to go sit with

and he nods, clearing his throat before

Nisha teases, a giddy grin on

pet, and I am least of all a dog." Teiran bites out from his

exhale, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose. The last thing I need is more arguing over moot points. My body is exhausted and muscles are sore. "I am going

eludes me no matter how long I lay counting the breaths. I roll onto my back, my hand over my stomach as I watch the stars. Hayes had to feel it. Why else would he bring up sparks, and them being important? I shouldn't have denied it, but the fear of what he will do if I say yes made it feel impossible to say

him to. He is kind of a pompous ass who brings out the bitter, kind of annoying, bitchy part of me. But he is Hayes, my Hayes. The same guy

myself to think objectively like Hayes would and yet, when I am around him, it is hard to think at all

groan quietly, pressing my

to spiral out of control when I need it the most? My stupid, bond driven lycan wants to be curted up with Hayes, to be accepted. But Hayes and I...we are not in the place to love anyone. More so

situationship.

whisper and look around my hands to

uncommon," I admit, and he

of why I am such an asshole." He gives me a soft grin

could just be natural?"

twitch, catching my attention, my heart racing at just being next to him. Down, lycan, down. Last thing I need is to get caught staring at his plush, upturned kissabte lips. He might get the fight idea. That I want

be loved. By

asks, reaching out a hand to help

mattress with fluffy blankets in any of these bags?" I ask him with an

his shoulder like he

shake my head, playing with my fingers. My stomach is fluttering and my cheeks feel red. It feels like I am a teenager all over again, flirting with the boy I like. Ironically, it's the same damn boy. "You could always use me," He winks and I frown at him before I

mean like... That came out wrong." He scrambles to fix what he said, but I realize he is struggling between his two personalities. The one I knew and loved