Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

Nothing like a cold shoulder for an entire week of trudging through woods with no trail and the air thick with tension. And I don't mean just between Kyra and me, but everyone and this Fae chick who trudges along, threatening to string us up in the trees anytime she senses even a hint of annoyance with her. "Flora," Kyra says as pleasantly as she can muster, but I can see the way her nose twitches, hating how fake she has to be. "I don't mean to be rude, but we do need to move faster than what you are going."

"How about I go as fast as I please? You don't like it, you can leave me." She shrugs, a smug smile on her lips.

I have walked in near silence since I last spoke with Kyra. Nothing to say more than offering food or water or the occasional grunt when addressing options for which way to head next. But if this sprite doesn't watch her mouth, I will slap the shit out of her.

"I guess you don't want revenge for your friend," Kyra mentions, shrugging as she takes her speed up a notch. For some reason, Flora's attachment to that dead deer is the only way to keep her in check. Which is not only weird, but annoying. "That's not fair," Flora mutters, glaring at Kyra's back as I come on her. She glances at me, a frown on her lips, before she smirks and bats her eyes at me flirtatiously.

"Something in your eye?" I ask her, and she scoffs.

"No."

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" I press my lips together, stopping as she steps in front and turns to face me. My arms cross over my chest as I heave a sigh, annoyed and curious all at the same time.

"So you two are mates?" she asks, her voice soft and I can hear how it changes, as if she is trying to be seductive, but she has been alone too long in the woods practicing on trees all day. I shake my head and chuckle, amused where I was once annoyed. "What does it matter to you?" I ask her.

"You just...you two don't act very in love." She reaches out, rubbing her fingers over my forearm.

"Is there a certain way people are supposed to act when they are in love?" I ask her, arching a brow when I notice Kyra and Teiran stop walking and watch us from far away. She tilts her head to the side, a smirk on her lips.

"They usually at least act like they like each other." She says and I bark out a laugh, my head falling back as I find great humor in her assessment.

Something comes over me and I meet Kyra's amused gaze and shoot her a wink. My hand reaches out and I cup Flora's cheek, my thumb stroking over her cheek before I lean forward. Her cheeks instantly heat and grow pink, her eyes wide in shock as her heart rate shoots up.

"Sometimes love is seen in other ways, like jealousy." I whisper, a fluttering in my chest as I hear angered footsteps stomping in our direction.

I hide my face at the side of her cheek just as she is ripped away. Kyra's eyes blaze in anger as she throws her fist back, her aim directed at Flora. Until it swings wide and she clobbers me in the shoulder. I take a step to the side, a scoff breaking from my lips as my hand flies up to touch where she struck me.

"What the hell was that for?" I hiss at her as she straightens herself and throws her hair back.

you seemed like the better choice." She shrugs. Flora lets out a giggle, which snowballs into a fit of laughter as she looks between us and shakes her head from side to

choose a mate who loves

the rudest thing

up to Teiran, who looks

was going to work in your

part of me wanted her to be jealous. I mean, it was the only reason I did it. Several times I could swear she felt the bond, but she acts like she can't like there is nothing between us. Not that the past week has helped with

to save them when they need it, and I failed one mate already. My fate should have been the same as hers and yet I

Teiran says, his hand coming

it?"

the woods, and

her kneeling, hands to the ground as her eyes grow cloudy and she hums

Kyra whispers

but slowly,"

and she turns her head as if

the left. A moment later, Flora nods

with Kyra." She says, coming back

is a first for everything." Teiran

my steps measured and quick as Kyra

going?" She hisses, her eyes looking over my

I tell her, and she

going-" Her words drift off as I take an intimidating step toward her, rolling my shoulders back and saying nothing as if I will step through her. "Over my dead body." I tell her,

isn't it?

go because

you to come back with information we need. Who is to say you won't go and

then leave us with

die a

and have to track him

says, looking me