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

would want their king's killer on the throne, then

the hero but you're just

me as he pushes me into the wall with

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

stalk him down in overwhelming anger. "Hayes asked me if I wanted to be saved, and I said

chest heaves up and down as I glare at him, his eyes skirting over my face as he seems to

the villain in this

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 this! You lived with me,

I know now, and

a

will give up Tiago?" He asks,

"I am choosing both."

He grins and I realize I see the real him for the first time. The part of him that is all dragon,

seems to me, as his imprinted mother,

but the tension in the room remains stifling as Teiran moves to the door and pulls it open, speaking briefly with someone before he shuts the door again before he slams his fist into the door in a rage.

nothing but manipulate me." I remind him,

almost perfect." He mutters to

I already am perfect. Can't you see how much of a difference that makes?" I ask, my stomach twisting in pity as I watch his hand drag down his

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

""Yes?" I ask.

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

you know, never better." I shrug and she

so how about we stir up some trouble?" She winks as she holds up a silk- handkerchief that

I am around her,

her as she steps closer, reaching around my neck and tying the handkerchief on. She purses her lips together in thought, then she steps

eyes, but she hides it with a smile and reaches out, taking my hand. "Why are you being so nice?" I ask