Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

Dean frowns, a heavy sigh escaping him as he places his hands on his hips and weighs what I have told him.

"And you think it's a good idea?" He asks, finally looking up.

"No, but I think it's our best option." I admit. "Is it ideal? No, not at all, but I'm trusting my instincts here."

He smirks, his cheek dimpling as he tries to hold back a chuckle.

"Forgive me for saying this, Hayes, but since I have known you, all your instincts have done is find us in fights, almost dying."

"That was anger. This is logic. It's obvious that what we have been doing isn't working, so we need to pivot. Find a better angle, a better plan, and I think this is the way to go." I admit. "Look, I know trust is hard past a certain extent with me. But if you could just afford me a little grace here, it would help—"

"I trust you." He says, cutting me off, the skin around his eyes wrinkling as his brows furrow. "What I need to know is that you can trust yourself."

My lips press together, and I look away, my gaze drifting to Kyra where she stands and stretches as the others wake everyone up. Can I trust myself when I don't even know what the hell to do about her? About this disgusting spring of hope flowing in my gut? I want her; I want a life with her, all the while knowing I deserve no such thing and I can't ever have it.

"That will be something I have to figure out along the way."

"Hmm," Dean mulls in thought, and I cross my arms over my chest, watching him.

"Hmm what?" I ask, and he looks at the others.

"You should at least take Marcos with you." He exhales. "Four is better than one."

"Marcos is a great fighter, but he will only cause tension. We already have tons of that with taking the dragon with us."

"Yo! You guys ready?" Koda hollers over to us. I give Dean a firm nod and he gives me a weak smile.

"Well, I guess if all goes well, we will see you soon enough." He reaches out for my hand as I slap mine into his, seizing it in a firm grip.

sure you stick to the plan, okay? No letting people wander off and search for us." I say firmly. "Marcos will not follow

you see my brother..." I pause, swallowing the roughness in my throat, "Tell him I

eyes widen, but instead of asking

"Sure thing."

down near my feet, swooping up two bags, mine and the one I prepared for Kyra. As I stride over to her, my heart thuds like a drum before going into war. I am putting my faith in her and her dragon friend to find Ezrah and get what we need. Knowing what I know now, I realize

with me." I say, walking past

utter a word, the two just following until we have walked far enough that Kyra clearly grows curious as she slides up next to me. My lip

say,

plan is." She shrugs

way until you pick up a scent or see

are hanging out at camp?" She asks, her eyes narrowing as she picks

a stop, turning to face her as Teiran

Ezrah

to inform Merikh and

have found and

they think

say, looking right at

comment, but he says nothing, only

us will be able to

be able to take him on

scoffs, looking away before she looks at the ground, her tongue pressing against her inner cheek as she tries to find

egg and run off

Fae." Teiran says, his tone

and she glares at me, then her tongue darts out and licks her lip, wetting the plump rosy flesh. My lycan stirs, wanting to come forward and take her and yank her to me and claim her. But that's not something we will

laugh. "So happy you

the one who wanted to split up. This was kind of your idea if

get yourself killed and I get the blame for it. How quant for me." She