Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 145

"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.

a bad decision." He admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close

I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close

now is that I want to know why he

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

hands up in defeat.

swallowing hard

from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows

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

"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 forest around us silent as I get lost

to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the furthest

catching me off guard as his warm

my eyes flick to

I hated you." He says. His presence is damn near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up

my face. My breathing hitches and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it

mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating.

the moment in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have

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

that." I tell him, and he watches me expectantly. "The

a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow

space," he says, then he

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