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.

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

being a part of the dragons or his own species, he is betrothed

roots just as quickly as they are replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying to discuss what to do next, but if

to respond, but I

I try to hold on to every thread of hatred I have

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

and pressing to my chest. The shocks make me shiver and I see her skin prickle. "Killing Ezrah won't

as I press my lips

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 because he won't give

I may have no desire to live, but that doesn't mean that others

them back," I whisper and she shakes her head, wincing as

is all

future for anyone

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 my heart for her, for anything that keeps me in this world where all I wear freely is guilt

loud crack

weighs down on us. Kyra falls onto 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 I watch as a dragon swoops down and scoop up the root

roars out, the 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

to me, hobbling as much as she can

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

Kyra asks smartly and I glare at her before