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.

someone he regarded highly as a friend? Or perhaps he has gone soft and believes he can turn him to our side. But

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

arms grow tired as I continually cut away at the roots just as quickly as they are replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying to

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

hold on to every thread of hatred I have in my heart

someone he viewed as a child, but the truth is he did it

scream, taking four large steps to enter her

won't solve this." She says, her hand reaching up and pressing to my chest. The shocks make me shiver and I see her

it makes my mouth dry as I press my lips together

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

on edge. I may have no desire to live, but that doesn't mean that others shouldn't have that

whisper and she shakes her head, wincing as she

all

for anyone who

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

a loud crack

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

Flora uses her power to cling on,

next to me, hobbling as much as she can as she works through her

out and punching a tree. My fingers crumble under the pressure, the bones compacting as I use the pain to distract the murderous rage growing

and I glare at

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