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.

head back,

way her mouth falls open and her

everyone in the room looking at me as if I have gone crazy. "What

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

you can stay,"

It is obvious you have lost your

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

removes my touch, turning her head slightly as she kisses the palm of my hand, making my heart stutter a beat "Hayes, I would have said yes." She breathes the

Teiran growls out, his voice a demanding rumble, but I

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

I tell her softly and she lets

I need to know you

be a time where

frowns. "Yes, I

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 as she searches

is the part where you trust in me. I have made you mine, and I will kill anyone who touches you in any manner that only I am

Then

to be a ceremony?"

like if he clenches

"Brother,"

are going to brother me?" He scoffs, rolling

exhales through his nose, his eyes casting to the ground as he shakes his

before he licks his lips and glares