Traded To The Lycan King

Hayes is frantic, not thinking right as he rushes through the woods, his head swinging from side to side. We know the who is controlling them is close. They have to be for Leandra to wake up from her void state. The question is, where is this person now? How close do they have to be?

It feels like an hour has gone by and Hayes is sweating, his hair a mess as he drags his hands through it for the hundredth time. No amount of telling him we will find them or to focus on looking will calm him. The poor man is distraught and crumbling with every passing second.

“Hayes,” I say, trying to get his attention as I step in front of him with my hands out. He scowls, saying nothing as he tries to step around me. I slide to the side. He is moving too, and he growls. “Enough!” he roars. “Go back to the mansion if you want to give up. I didn’t ask you to come with me.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest we stop looking.” I sigh. “I was going to suggest we split up. Cover more ground.”

He thinks about it for a second and then he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head.

“No, not a chance in hell, Luna. I may be falling apart here, but I am not crazy enough to let you leave my side. You are my Luna and Merikh would literally kick my ass.”

I sigh, not really surprised or upset by his answer, but I needed him to relax, come back to his senses instead of storming through the woods like a frantic animal looking for a way out of a forest fire.

“We have been looking for an hour.” I tell him and he groans, throwing his hands up.

“I know, I know.”

“Brent has probably already broken the curse, and Leandra is lonely and terrified. We need to go back.” I say with a sympathetic smile. “Making sure she is okay is more important”

“Or you both could make another lap.” A feminine voice says, sounding amused. “I don’t mind waiting if you want to keep looking for someone you won’t find.”

I spin slowly, my eyes landing on a beautiful woman with deep brown hair and a crown made of pearls and silver. Her arms are crossed over her midnight velvet dress, a smirk on her pink lacquered lips. Her eyes are a stunning shade of orange, accented by dark mascara and eyeliner.

“Oh, I think we have found who we are looking for,” Hayes growls, moving toward her. I stop him by grabbing his arm.

I’m not sure how many strange women there are wandering around the woods out here, but before we go on the attack and kill someone, I want to make sure it’s the right someone.

No more zombie wolves, no more controlling the people we care about and want to protect. If this is Lily, if this is the bitch toying with people’s minds, I will let Hayes end her sorry existence.

and she quirks an eyebrow, fear flashing in

not want to harm you.” She says and I scoff, watching as Hayes‘ fists clench, his knuckles

she takes a step closer

I want is to speak with you.” She insists. “It

to talk to me? Fine, but my time comes at a price,” I say, shrugging and crossing my arms over my chest, taking a similar stance to

head to look

says, grinning, looking both pleased and relieved at

curse on my kind.” I say, matching her grin with a snarky smile. She laughs, the sound

afraid I can’t do that” She shakes her

we have nothing to discuss.” I tell her, “And I can let Hayes kill you to release

A branch cracks, crashing down on Hayes. He tries to dodge it, but he isn’t quick enough as it lands on his legs. He groans in pain and I rush to him, my wolf

that, but I can help

don’t understand how you can help me with anything. The only thing I want is my kind free from

will help your beta if you speak with me.” She says, pointing to Hayes. “I

Hayes, who struggles to move the thick

me about?” I ask her, trying not to look nervous over the amount of blood pooling

it you are

I am.” I scowl at her. “You and Giselle, and whoever

Is she trying to verify what she already knows or tricking me into some strange admission to use against me? “Again, you already know this,” I tell her,

placing her hands on her head. “Holy shit. Caspian actually had an offspring. I thought

just an offspring, but a Luna.” I scowl at her. She nods like she is

Lycan King. How is he, by the way? When I received word of his

Lily. Not with these questions. The only thing remaining is who the hell is she. Because if she isn’t Lily, then

Lily, are you?” I ask her, and she shakes her

smiles. “I am

her, my eyes wide as she chuckles and waves her hand like it’s no