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.

known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close to

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

want to know why he thinks so little

in volume. "All I can do is apologize and ask

hands up in defeat. "And what does moving

freezes, swallowing hard as he blinks at

to move on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he

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

not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I am your only hope of finding him. I can promise you

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, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the furthest on the outside than even Merikh. "I

me off guard as his warm breath

feels like it." I murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as

His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now wraps around me like a safety

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

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

He says his words full of bite as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw

a step back from me as 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 gentle Hayes I remember disintegrating in a

and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the

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

know when to give me space," he says, then he points