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.

decision." He admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this area,

decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it

want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking him to choose me. Was it

volume. "All I can do is apologize and ask if we can move

throw my hands up in defeat.

swallowing hard

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, I figured you would want an escort

my body nearly pressing

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

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,"

off guard as his

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

near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up

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 in my cheeks.

dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I

if remembering the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been something far more

from a daze. Hayes takes 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 puff of annoyance.

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

breaking from his deformed, yet

he says, then he points