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.

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

swallowing the roughness in my throat, "Tell him I hope to

instead of asking questions, he nods his

"Sure thing."

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

with me." I say, walking past them and

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

say, feigning

the plan is." She

see something." I shrug and she cranes her head to look

eyes narrowing as she picks on the fact I am not being exactly forthcoming with all

a stop, turning to face her as

will find Ezrah

to

have found and hopefully

think

say, looking right at

amused by my comment, but he says nothing, only

that all of us will be able to take on Ezrah?" She

will be able to take him

she looks at the ground, her tongue

run off and leave you two to

Fae." Teiran

darts out and licks her lip, wetting the plump rosy flesh. My lycan stirs, wanting to come

barks out a fake laugh. "So happy you found

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

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