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.

one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being me

want to know why

matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize

in defeat. "And what does moving on look

swallowing hard

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

"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

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

closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath

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

you 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 tell if I crave

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. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it

body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much

moment in his mind. What he thinks he

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

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

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

space," he says, then