Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Kyra rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

"Look, you are the one making this difficult at every step if the way, Hayes. Not me." She groans, her level of annoyance at an all-time high.

"You make it seem like it is intentional." I grunt and she growls, yanking at her hair.

"Hayes, you are impossible to work with now. You used to "

"Be a pushover?" I ask, shrugging. "Or perhaps you are looking for the word diplomatic?"

"Diplomatic seems more fitting, I guess," she mutters.

"I am no longer the beta. I don't have to worry about being diplomatic anymore. Not to mention we are in a fucking war where there are no rules." I shout at her, my voice rising. "Lover's quarrels are so strange." Teiran muses to himself as I cut him a glare.

"Is this how mates always talk?" Flora asks, amused.

"Make for better make up later." Teiran explains to her and I scoff, taking a stumble back. Is this whole fucking thing a joke? Just some charade to laugh at? We have been hunting for this bastard for years. He has caused so much destruction and proven he doesn't give up. How long had he been playing Merikh and the others?

"If we take him alive, he will get away." I tell them all, looking around. "That is not a worst-case scenario. It is the ONLY scenario, and then we are back to tracking the asshole down all over again."

"You always underestimate everyone." Kyra snaps, reaching up for Flora to help her up.

"This conversation is done." I grit out, stalking over to the ball of roots. My hand transforms into a claw as I swipe at it. The wood splinters easily, falling away in chunks only to reveal more thick growth with every blow.

Merikh possibly want with Ezrah? Is it to say goodbye to someone he regarded highly as a friend? Or perhaps he has gone soft and believes he can turn

side. Instead of being a part of the dragons or his own species, he is betrothed to his word and his occupation. He doesn't care

cut away at the roots just as quickly as they are replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying to discuss what to do next, but if they think they will stop

too commanding. My lycan wants to respond, but I push aside the bond that connects us, or

to every thread of hatred I have

lies and manipulation are what led to so much pain and suffering. He wants to claim he did it for the love of someone he viewed as a child, but the truth is he did it because it's the closest feeling he has had to love. A false sense of servitude to an evil rare breed. "Hayes!" she roars, grabbing my attention as I whip my head around and scowl at

I scream, taking four large

won't solve this." She says, her hand reaching up and pressing to my chest. The shocks make me shiver and I see her skin prickle. "Killing Ezrah won't bring them back, any

but it makes my mouth dry as I press my lips together in disappointment. How can she think this

a species to be wiped out. Yeah, it took me a while to realize that, but once I did, I realized, Ezrah has

what his actions lead to that has me on edge. I may have no desire to

trying to bring them back," I whisper and she shakes her head,

is all

future for anyone who wants

wants yet. I'm not worthy yet, not available in my heart for her, for anything that keeps me in this world

a loud crack as

her teeth, spit flying out while tears spring free. I look up,

Teiran flies higher and higher. I then watch as Flora uses her power to cling on, leaving Kyra and me behind.

screams next to me, hobbling as much as she can as she

the pressure, the bones compacting as I use the pain to distract the murderous rage growing in the

and I glare at her before I take off walking,