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.

a day or two with your brother and Colette,

did Ezrah have to say?" I ask, peeking out

the egg. He didn't have it. The 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 happened to hatch the dragon boy, be it the egg breaking

to his

egg doesn't just break, not

with every passing second. His chest heaves in disbelief

egg." I tell him, my brows

stepping closer. His eyes glow a fiery red, a warning that his dragon wants to emerge. I take a step backward, Hayes flying in between us, a warning in his body language as he seems to grow in height, his frame shielding me. "Why the fuck would we lie?"

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

wildly as if he is fighting with himself. Then he drags

it along his face. An unearthly rumble emits from his chest as he shakes his head and opens his eyes, looking at the baby asleep in my arms,

over to his older brother.

blanket falls away, the little baby finally stirring as what looks like embers seem to glow in his veins. Teiran does the same, like a fuse lit and traveling toward

he isn't

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

little fragile thing sate

What if Teiran tries

I keep my eyes on the little flaming lights dancing over

for us." He grunts, breaking into

roar, reaching for them as they burst into a

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

don't want to see." I murmur, shaking my tear-stained

in both of his

around to see Teiran laughing with a little lively baby in his hands. The infant now looks like it is

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