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.

your brother and Colette, trying to make sense of Ezrah and

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

messenger boy even cried and then tried to kill himself for failing to protect the child." Teiran scoffs. "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

his

egg doesn't just break, not

deeply before he takes a step to the side, exposing me and the baby. I watch Teiran's eyes blink and grow wider with every 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

him,

a warning that his dragon wants to emerge. I take a step backward, Hayes flying in between

the shell," I rush out, pulling it from the little blanket with the baby. "Look

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

he shakes his head and opens his eyes, looking

boy." I stutter out, my heart fluttering in disappointment as I lift the little bundle and hand him over to his older brother. Teiran's face changes from confusion to awe as

like embers seem to glow in his veins. Teiran does the same, like a fuse lit and traveling toward the bomb. Hayes grabs my hand, pulling me back as I

know he isn't

lost. I didn't birth him, but I held him for days, cuddled him, and cared for him since the moment he came out. There is a

little fragile thing

Teiran tries

him, pushing him off as I keep my eyes on the little flaming lights dancing over their bodies. But Hayes is determined as he bends

us." He grunts, breaking

don't feel any heat!" I roar, reaching for them as they burst into a flame that takes my breath

my stomach, a sob breaking from my lips as Hayes slams me into the base of a large tree, his massive body covering mine as heat blasts past us. I try to stop the crying, holding him tight as I bury my head into his chest. "It's okay, I've got

to see." I

breathe fire." He grabs my face in both of his hands, forcing me to look

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

open as I grip Hayes' hand in mine and squeeze it tight. This doesn't