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

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 who wins this fucking war,

all talk behind me, no doubt trying to discuss what to

softly, her voice calm and too commanding. My lycan wants to respond, but I push aside

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

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

scream, taking four large

him 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

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?

species to be wiped out. Yeah, it took me a

edge. I may have no desire to live,

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

is all of this

for anyone

But I 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 and

is a loud crack as

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

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 and

as much as she

growl, lashing out and punching a tree. My fingers crumble under the pressure, the bones compacting as I use

glare at her before I take off