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.

not known for being in this area, even

a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being me in multiple pieces." I

that he apologizes or that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he

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

in defeat. "And what does moving on

swallowing hard as he blinks at

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 against his as my anger surges through

not going back." I hiss, "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

thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has

closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath tickles

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

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

and I can feel the heat in my cheeks.

helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if

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

he seems to wake up from a daze. Hayes takes a step back from me as he drags a hand down his face. "Marcos was

and he watches me expectantly.

a laugh breaking from his deformed, yet

when to give me space," he says, then he points at me.