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.

was a bad decision." He admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close to the water and they usually

it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to

was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him

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

throw my hands up in defeat. "And

freezes, swallowing hard as

you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought. "Well, I figured you would want

step into him in a second, my body nearly pressing

I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I

his actions and reactions point to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am

closeness catching me off guard as his warm

my eyes flick to his lips, watching too

if I hated you." He 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

as he closes the distance between us completely and he stares into my face. My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat

call beating Marcos and accusing me of having sex with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It

full of bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been

his eyes flash as he seems to wake up from a daze. Hayes takes a step back from me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes.

him, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of

his head, a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow still handsome

give me space," he says, then he points at me. "You clearly