Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 181

*Kyra*

"Are you sure you know where you are going?" I ask Hayes for the one millionth time over the last three days.

His muscles are tense, every step making them flex as if he is in pain. He has taken minimal breaks, stopping only to allow me to stretch my legs. The baby has slept, not a single peep, no food, no wet or poopy britches.

"Yes, Kyra." He says, not a hint of anger or annoyance as I look up at his exhausted face.

"I can walk now, Hayes. You don't have to carry me anymore. It's been three whole days."

He scans the area in front of us, saying nothing as his jaw clenches and he tightens his arms on me. I turn my head, looking for what he seems to see: a quick movement in the dense leaves and a shift in the wind. I try to allow myself to smell the air, but all I can scent is Hayes and the somehow almost comatose dragon baby in my arms.

"Someone is here." I murmur, low enough only for him to hear. He skirts his eyes to me, a curious glance before he stops, and lowers me down gently.

"I can sense them, but I can't see them." He mutters, keeping both hands on my waist as he tugs me close to him like he is fearful someone might try to take me from him.

"To your left, it's too dense in here for a breeze yet, the trees sway and the leaves move." I tip my chin in the direction and he gently pulls me behind him, one hand reaching around his back and resting on me.

"Come on out." Hayes demands, his tone a threat and far from a request.

A dark figure takes a few steps toward us, pausing just as I recognize his frame. I press my hand to Hayes' back, leaning in gently.

"It's Teiran." I tell him, but his muscles don't relax, his protective demeanor unchanged, which surprises me. "Hayes."

"You guys covered decent ground." Teiran says, stepping closer to us, a curious glint in his eyes as he tilts his head, looking at Hates. "Though you both look like shit."

"How long did it take for you to find us?" Hayes asks.

brother and Colette, trying to

did Ezrah have to say?" I ask, peeking out from behind Hayes' shoulder, still shielding the baby

"Clearly, he doesn't realize how resilient a dragon egg is, tougher than rocks." Hayes looks over at me, a message in his eyes as he flicks them down to where the baby is. Something happened to hatch the dragon boy,

snorts, his hands moving to his hips as he shakes his

doesn't just break, not on its own

passing second. His chest heaves in disbelief before he breaks into a dry chuckle. "I don't fucking believe this shit." he shakes his head and then drags his large hand

egg." I tell him, my brows

a step backward, Hayes flying in between us, a warning

of the shell," I rush out, pulling it from the little blanket with the

seethe, his lips pressed together as they move wildly as if he is fighting with himself. Then he

his nose, dragging it along his face. An unearthly rumble emits from his chest as he shakes his head and opens his eyes, looking at

little bundle and hand him over to his older brother. Teiran's face changes from confusion to awe as he takes him in hand,

same, like a fuse lit

know he isn't mine. That

him, and cared for him since the moment he came out. There is a bond

fragile thing

tries to kill the

pushing him off as I keep my eyes on the little flaming lights dancing

us." He grunts, breaking into

them as they burst into a flame that takes my

us. I try to stop the crying, holding him tight as I bury my head into his chest. "It's okay, I've got you," he murmurs over and over before he finally stands and helps me to

see." I murmur, shaking my tear-stained

in both of his hands, forcing me

little lively baby in his hands. The infant now looks like it is months

as I grip Hayes' hand in mine and squeeze it tight. This doesn't make sense, not that I know anything about dragon babies, but