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.

"Dragons are not known for being in this area, even

passed out for hours, Hayes. HOURS! That's 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 in multiple pieces." I say, my

was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me.

up." He says, his voice matches mine in volume. "All I can do is apologize and ask if

my hands up in defeat. "And what

hard as he blinks at

happening?" I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled

step into him in a second, my body nearly pressing

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

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.

off guard as his warm breath tickles over my

flick to his lips, watching too eagerly as

near overwhelming. The scent I didn't pick up before now wraps

and 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

ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I want this pull to go away,

thought he was touching you." He says his words full of bite as if remembering the moment in

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

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

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

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