Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Hayes*

"What do you want to do with him?" Teiran asks, tipping his chin toward the now grunting ball of roots. Ezrah has regained some strength, it appears, as he screams in fury and tries to escape.

"I am more concerned with the dead guy over there." I mutter, holding Kyra in my arms, refusing to put her down.

It was a dick move to not trust her enough to come back on time. Granted, we were right and we would have ended up finding her much later had we waited for the girls not to show back up. And considering Flora is not all that trustworthy, it was hard, even for Teiran, to muster up that trust.

"He showed up out of nowhere." Kyra says, shuddering in my arms as if a chill has run through her.

"Are you cold?" I whisper, and she furrows her brows, shaking her head no.

"When I was trying to trap the guy you are after, I felt like...a cold, wet hold on my mind. Like a soggy blanket was placed over my powers and someone else was guiding me." Flora says, a shudder running through her as well.

Teiran gives me a look, one that tells me he notices it too, the way both women respond when talking about the dead man on the ground. After a second of hesitation, I squat down, gently placing Kyra on the ground as I reach out and tuck her hair behind her ear. She blushes as I stand and walk away, pushing down the fluttering in my gut.

I circle the body, taking into account that he doesn't smell like our kind or any special kind, really. He is human in species, but clearly supernatural somehow. Teiran stoops down, poking at the fatal wound in his chest where his heart should be. I let out a low whistle, leaning over and glancing at it as well.

"Not a great way to go." I mutter, and Teiran chuckles.

"I can think of worse ways,"

"He must be a wizard." I sigh, pushing back the hood and revealing a tattoo on his cheek. We don't run into many wizards or witches out here, but that doesn't mean they don't hang around or that there isn't a coven somewhere. "That would make sense, especially with him breaking into Flora's mind." Teiran hums, almost in thought.

"But why would a random wizard interject himself in a fight that doesn't have anything to do with him?" I exhale deeply, then drag my hand through my hair. "When all of this started, there were wizards that used magic to control my kind."

"I am very much aware of that," Teiran says as he stands. He seems disappointed as he shakes his head. "You forget I was not exiled then, only demoted in my ranking as my father's shameless lying chosen mate rained chaos on everything I love."

His face grows red, and his eyes glow golden as steam swirls around him. Teiran has been calm and collected the entire time since meeting him on our journey that I forget he has the temper of a dragon, probably because he is a dragon. "You are right, I did forget." I admit, frowning. "Forgive me for making it seem like I know it all."

"If these fuckers are back in the fray with my father, there is no telling who we can trust." Teiran growls, kicking the ground as he paces away. I look back at Flora, who walks around where Ezrah is still literally rooted in place, pressing on spots looking for a weakness. How the hell are we supposed to determine who we trust moving forward?

My eyes drift to Kyra, finding her watching me with a curious look. Her head is slightly tilted and her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she seems to be processing something.

find ourselves with yet another one. We have captured our prisoner, but now what do we do with him? Is the egg with him or has he hidden

I grit out,

Teiran says finally. "I doubt he is

is right, and I know it too. Humans do not wander around very far alone. Magically gifted or not, they are creatures of companionship, much like

Kyra and Flora. "Now we just have to figure out how to get

it like this and deliver it to your king and queen?"

and Luna." Kyra corrects her, but Flora doesn't seem to

it off and be gone."

break into a deep

rolling that asshole

He would tumble around and around, likely getting sick and

possible.

him along with us." I

that beat your brother, Hayes," Kyra says in a

past me that was more words and less fight. Merikh was always the bigger one, the more skilled fighter. But what I lacked was proper motivation like he had. I

with a raised brow. "That is

course he gave the egg up." She rolls her eyes. "We all know you would have done the

cheek, trying to control the rising anger in

have nothing here of importance to me that can be used to sway my actions." I bite out at her, taking two strides in her direction. Kyra looks away as if I had

are idiots. "We have a freaking dragon." She points to Teiran, who

to the roots and presses her hands to it. The ground softly rumbles, roots twisting and turning through loops as a handle grows and she falls to her knees, sucking in air. "Dragon heir turns into dragon. Lifts the damn thing and flies it back for you." She says, her words soft and

and that egg, that bastard...I refuse to let them go from my side until they are delivered to my brother safely." "You could ride him." Kyra offers a twitch of a

never ridden on a dragon and do not plan on starting that now."

Colette riding on me was one thing, but Hayes? No, thank you," He says, shaking his head like I've offered him the largest spider

"We can sit

and

the bastard so we can fight him.

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