Traded To The Lycan King

"I don't know what to say," I admit, his honesty catching me off guard. Since the second he laid eyes on me again, he has been nothing short of rude and cold. Every word has been a stab at me in one way or another. But now he suddenly racked with guilt and

apologizing?

"There is nothing to say, Kyra. You asked for your apology and I gave it to you," he says matter of fact.

"And that's it? We go back to constant fighting and bickering?" I ask, arching a brow. He pauses, then lets out a low sigh, his good hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know," He admits. "What do you want from me?"

I scoff. "For starters? Maybe you not trying to sabotage me at every turn."

He frowns like I am speaking some untruth, and I give him a stern look.

"Fine. But in my defense, I wasn't the one to drug you." He says.

"Did you tell Marcos to do it?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks away and shrugs, refusing to answer, and I roll my eyes. "Of course you did."

"I didn't want you to get hurt." He tells me, and I see how sincere he is, but sincerity doesn't matter when you mess up.

"Yeah, that worked out really well." I scoff, throwing my hands up in frustration, and he winces.

"Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts.

hours, Hayes. HOURS! That's not just a bad decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one

to know why he thinks so little

says, his voice matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize and

my hands up in defeat. "And what

swallowing hard as he blinks

on look like for us? You want to move on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought. "Well,

step into him in a second, my body nearly pressing against his

am not going back." I hiss, "The girl you remember and the woman standing in front of you are very different people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I

so much?" I whisper, my chest breaking open. All his actions and reactions point to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life,

catching me off guard as

cursing myself as my eyes flick to his lips, watching

says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now wraps around me like a safety blanket and it I can't tell if

the distance between us completely and he stares into my face. My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate

of having sex with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this

in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been something far more devious than what actually took

he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just like you had instructed him to do." "Why are you still here?" He asks, the

for more than that." I tell him, and he watches me expectantly.

a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet

he says, then he