Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Teiran's hands grip my shoulder with bruising force as he tears me away, tossing me across the room with a thud. A sense of giddiness rises in my chest as I jump up, feeling no pain, only a sense of excitement as I grin at him, wiping the drops of her blood from my lips. Kyra's chest heaves up and down, a red raging mark on her neck as she presses her head against the wall, gasping for air.

She looks fucking glorious as the bond surges through her, my feelings overwhelming her senses as I flood them through the one sided bond I have just created. Kyra is the only thing in my sights as I take two steps in her direction before Teiran inserts his annoyingly large "Are you fucking insane?" Teiran asks, fire in his eyes as he glares at me.

body between us.

A chuckle falls from my lips as I meet Kyra's hazy eyes, watching the way she seems to watch me in surprise, but there is no anger there. Instead, it is almost as if she looks relieved, as if she realizes that I have chosen her over everything and everyone. "Yes." I answer Teiran, swinging my head to look at him. He stomps closer, stopping only inches from me, his jaw clenching before he grinds his teeth together. "Kyra is mine, Teiran. She always has been, and now, now she always will be,"

"She can always sever the tie." He scoffs and I lean to the side, looking around him at her.

A smirk plays across my lips as I tilt my head, looking at him again.

"I don't think you are in the position to make demands of her." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. "You have used my mate long enough, held her captive all because of her tender heart."

"There is more here than what you are seeing, you fool," Teiran hisses at me.

"Then I suppose I should have been informed before," I shrug, like his problems are no matter to me, because truthfully, they aren't. Teiran's problems are his and his kinds issue. I have what I came here for and I fully intend on going everywhere with her. Even if it is to his kingdom.

Voices holler in the hallway, pounding footsteps not far behind as warriors come looking for the source of all the noise. Teiran curses under his breath pacing over to Kyra who pushes off of the wall, her hand covering my mark as if she is ashamed of it and my anger rises, my lip curling in distaste.

"Hayes," she pleads, licking her lips as she looks toward the door, her voice filled with agony, "You have no idea what you just did."

The door slams open, Merikh shoving into the room, his eyes wide before he furrows his brows and looks around the room, confused.

"What the hell is going on? Why is there blood on your face?" He asks, moving over to me first.

"He marked Kyra." Teiran grits out, his eyes glowing like a flame for a moment before he squeezes them shut and shakes his anger away.

throwing his head back, his hand

Teiran says as if Kyra will do it. The way her mouth falls open and her body shakes is all the proof I need to

everyone in the room looking at me as if I have gone crazy. "What is the worst that could happen? I mark her? That's

to leave you alone with her again," Teiran says, giving me

can stay,"

not going anywhere, Hayes. It is obvious you have lost your damn mind." Merikh says, his hands finding his

I have lost my mind. But in my defense, I don't feel completely in control of it or my body. One minute I have a sound plan and the next the all-consuming need to just drag her away and leave everyone else to burn takes over. Kyra watches me with unyielding sorrow, each second tearing my soul to shreds as I reach out to her. She stands firm, confident as I slip my hand up her check, cupping her face. Sparks explode with such intensity

her palm over my hand on her face. She gently removes my touch, turning her head slightly as she kisses the palm of my hand, making my heart stutter a beat

his voice a demanding rumble, but I force her eyes to stay

to look away from her as I watch her eyes change from agony to confusion and settling

her softly and she

to know you

now is not the time for banter," I say with a smile. There will never be a time where I don't find her little bantering cute, even

frowns. "Yes,

back to your room and get cleaned up. As much as I hate to say it, find something to cover my mark for the ceremony." I instruct her and her face falls, her skiing growing pale

in me. I have made you mine, and I will kill anyone who touches you in any manner that only I

her breath shaking as she tilts her chin up and presses a soft kiss to my lips, leaving me breathless. Then she excuses herself from our little bubble, leaving me with the two raging beasts to

is to be a ceremony?" Teiran asks, a

if he clenches his jaw any harder,

"Brother,"

brother me?" He scoffs,

up." I tell him and he exhales through his nose, his eyes casting to

and glares at me. "I need a little more