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.

plan, okay? No letting people wander off

swallowing the roughness in my throat, "Tell him

widen, but instead of asking questions,

"Sure thing."

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 that

I say,

to our group the plan. Kyra and Teiran don't 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 twitches up into a soft smile, a weird sense of excitement

I say, feigning

curious what the plan is." She

a scent or see

the others are hanging out at camp?" She asks, her eyes narrowing as she picks on the fact I am not being exactly forthcoming with

stop, turning to face her as Teiran walks

find Ezrah on our own

gone to

have found and

think

I say, looking

seems amused by my comment, but he says nothing, only nodding

be able to

able to take him on while you get the

the ground, her tongue pressing against her inner cheek as she tries

the egg and run off and leave you two to

have fought many Fae." Teiran says, his tone flat and

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

barks out a fake laugh. "So happy you found a sense

split up. This was kind of your idea if you think about

blame for it. How quant for me." She