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.

end the war, that it would be better for everyone." I hiss at

on the throne, then you are not using your brains, Kyra." He retorts and

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

as he pushes me into the wall

his own, ruining this chance at peace. You are upset with me over my tactics where I ruin one life and yet he very well could ruin hundreds of thousands

a few inches before I stalk him down in overwhelming anger. "Hayes asked me if I wanted

and down as I glare at him, his eyes skirting over my face as he seems to shrink before me. Then he

are the villain in this story." He

were stripped from me. It was idiotic for me to think I could go through with this, so moronic to even try. I am choosing him, Teiran." "You claim all your options were stripped, but you agreed to

know he wanted me. But I know now, and I can't... I can't give him

brow, a smirk

He asks, and I press my

"I am choosing both."

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

imprinted mother, I have more power in this than you

he shuts the door again before he slams his fist into the door in a rage. "Is

but manipulate me." I

perfect." He mutters to

Can't you see how much of a difference that makes?"

to start. I will see you out there." He mutters before

""Yes?" I ask.

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

you know, never better." I shrug

trouble?" She winks as she holds up a silk- handkerchief that matches the gold tone of my

calms me the longer I am around her, and she

handkerchief on. She purses her lips together in thought, then she

busy for 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