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.

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

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

I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking him to choose me. Was

mine in volume. "All

hands up in defeat. "And

swallowing hard

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, I figured you would want an

into him in a second, my body nearly pressing against his as my anger surges through

"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 am your only hope of finding him. I can promise you that." His eyes meet mine and for a moment the air grows thick, the

hate me 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 don't hate you," He says, his words soft as he leans

me off guard as his

eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as

I didn't pick up before now wraps around me like a safety blanket and it I can't

can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it to smithereens. I

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 matter how much I want this pull to go away,

as if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he

me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just like you

than that." I tell him, and he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the group is worried

breaking from his deformed, yet

then he points at me. "You clearly