Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Kyra*

Teiran sits on the edge of the bed, glaring at me from across the room. He has said nothing since we walked through the doors, and I am too afraid to bring anything up. It was always his plan to kill his father and take the throne. But perhaps it happening this quickly, and

not entirely at his hands has him second guessing his loyalties.

He exhales deeply, placing both hands behind him as he leans back, his head falling so his face is gazing at the ceiling.

"You caved so easily," he mutters the words, pain lacing his voice. My brows knit together as I frown.

"I never lied to you about my feelings for him." I remind him and he lets out a dry chuckle, one that doesn't find any of this funny, but he has no other way to react but other to laugh through it all.

"You and I made a promise," He says, dropping his gaze to lock on me, pinning me in place as guilt grips me.

"I hurt your feelings?" I ask him, and he frowns.

"Are you that dense, or have I been lacking in my actions and how I treat you?" He asks, a look of disbelief on his face as he scoffs, looking away.

"Teiran, I am sorry I hurt you. But if I am being completely honest, did you expect me to love you when the only man who has always had a part of me is also the missing half of my soul?"

He looks away, his lips twitching, and I realize that he never intended to let Hayes live.

"Heavens..." I mutter, my chest aching at the thought.

He looks at me, then he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Someone would have needed to take the fall." He whispers, but I hear every word as if he were saying it with a resounding confidence.

"You were going to take me from him and then frame him?" I ask, anger rising.

"It was not an easy decision for me to make," He says, his eyes filled with pleading as I scoff and pace away from him, laughing a sad, sarcastic laugh.

the war, that it would be better for everyone."

the throne, then you are not using your

be the hero but you're just like him, like your half mad, blood crazed

he pushes me into the wall with his forearm across my

He bites out in my face, his breath fanning over my face. "Here you are all angry with me when your selfish mate claimed you as his own, ruining this chance at peace. You are upset with me over my tactics

at him, pushing him back a few inches before I stalk him down in overwhelming anger. "Hayes asked me if I wanted to be saved,

at him, his eyes skirting

are the villain

me to think I could go through with this, so moronic to even try. I am choosing him, Teiran." "You claim all

me. But I know now,

arches a brow, a smirk growing

Tiago?" He asks, and I press

"I am choosing both."

first time. The part of him that is all dragon, clinging to what

I shrug. "It seems to me, as his imprinted

the door and pulls it open, speaking briefly with someone before he shuts the door again before he slams his

manipulate me." I

almost perfect." He mutters

Can't you see how much of a difference that makes?" I ask, my stomach twisting in pity as

to start. I will see you out there." He mutters before he exits the door, leaving me alone before a knock

""Yes?" I ask.

peeks around the door, giving me a soft, genuine smile. "How

I shrug and

up some trouble?" She winks as she holds up a silk- handkerchief that matches

around her,

handkerchief on. She purses her lips together in thought,

now, though he did suggest they stay with Percy in the pack house." I can see the worry in her eyes, but she hides it with a smile and reaches out, taking my hand. "Why are you being so nice?" I ask her, "I mean...I know you are my Luna and we all love you, but I may