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

or his own species, he is betrothed to his word and his occupation. He doesn't care

they are replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying

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

every thread of hatred I have in my

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

four large steps to

chest. The shocks make me shiver

eyes I can't figure out, but it makes my mouth dry as I press my lips together in disappointment. How can she think

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

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

she shakes her head,

all

future for anyone who

it 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 available in

a loud crack as

the ground groaning out in pain, her hands gingerly holding her thigh as she tries to breathe through her teeth, spit flying out while tears spring free. I look up, flames of shock and anger scorching through my veins as

Flora uses her power to cling on, leaving Kyra and me

to me, hobbling as much as she can as she

tree. My fingers crumble under the pressure, the bones compacting as I use the pain to distract the murderous rage

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