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.

say goodbye to someone he regarded highly as a friend? Or perhaps he has gone soft

of the dragons or his own species, he is betrothed to

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

calm and too commanding. My lycan wants to respond,

her out as I try to hold on to every thread of hatred I have in my heart for the asshole who allowed all of this to happen. Everything, every last bit of it, is

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

four large steps to

her hand reaching up and pressing to my chest. The shocks make me shiver and

as I press my lips together in disappointment. How can she think this is

a while to realize that, but once I

messenger boy doesn't scare me. It's what his actions lead to that has me on edge. I may have no desire to live, but that doesn't mean that others shouldn't have that choice taken

back," I whisper and she shakes her head, wincing as she tries to step forward but

is all of this

future for anyone who wants

on her face the way she wants to say something, ask me something. But I can't give her the answer she wants yet. I'm not worthy yet, not

is a loud crack as a

flying out while tears spring free. I look up, flames of shock and anger scorching through my veins as I

orb swaying from side to side as he tries to escape as Teiran flies higher and higher. I then watch as Flora uses her power to cling on, leaving Kyra and me behind. "Teiran!" I roar, screaming up at the fucking asshole as he ignores me

much as she can as she works through her

pressure, the bones compacting as I use the pain to distract

Kyra asks smartly and I glare at her before I take off walking, leaving her behind