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.

as a friend? Or perhaps he has gone soft and believes he can turn him to our side. But that's the

species, he is betrothed to his word and his occupation. He doesn't care who wins this fucking war, he only cares this thing

replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying to discuss what to do next, but if they think they will stop me, they

says softly, her voice calm and too commanding. My lycan wants to respond, but I push aside the bond that connects us, or at

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

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

scream, taking four large steps to

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

I can't figure out, but it makes my mouth dry as I press my lips together in disappointment. How can she think this is about bringing anyone back?

is about a bastard who is allowing a species to be wiped out. Yeah, it took me a while

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

not trying to bring them back," I whisper and she shakes her head, wincing as she tries

all

anyone who wants

can't give her the answer she wants yet. I'm not worthy yet, not available in my heart for her, for anything that keeps me in this world where all I wear freely is guilt of my failures

is a loud crack as

out while tears spring free. I look up, flames of shock and anger scorching through my veins as I watch as a dragon swoops down and scoop up the

uses her power to cling on, leaving Kyra and me behind. "Teiran!" I roar, screaming up at the fucking asshole as he ignores me and

Kyra screams next to me, hobbling as much

the bones compacting as I use the pain to

glare at her before I take off walking,