Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 177

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.

regarded highly as a friend? Or perhaps he has gone soft and believes he can turn

is on no one's side. Instead of being a part of the dragons or his own species, he is betrothed to his word and his

just as quickly as they are replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying to discuss what to

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

as I try to hold on to every thread of hatred I have in my heart for the asshole who allowed all of

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

four large steps to enter

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 of

my lips

took me a while to realize that, but once I did, I realized, Ezrah has to die

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

trying to bring them back," I whisper and she shakes her head, wincing as she tries to step

all

for anyone who

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

a loud crack

hands gingerly holding her thigh as she tries to breathe through her teeth, spit flying out while tears spring free. I

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

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

the bones compacting as I use the pain to distract the

asks smartly and I glare at her

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