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.

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

not just a bad decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being me

doesn't matter that he apologizes or that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then,

in volume. "All I can

up in defeat. "And

He freezes, swallowing hard as he blinks

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

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

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

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

breathing hitches, his closeness catching me off guard as his

I murmur, cursing myself as my eyes flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as his tongue slips out and

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

I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I need to cut this tension, obliterate it to smithereens. I can't allow anyone to have this type

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

in his mind. What he thinks he saw must have been something far more devious

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

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

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

then he points at me. "You clearly don't remember