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.

a bad decision." He admits. "Dragons are not known for being in this

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

I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little

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

hands up in defeat. "And what does

freezes, swallowing hard as he blinks at

this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?" I ask him,

second, my body nearly pressing against his as my anger surges through

are very different people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I am your only

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

breathing hitches, his closeness catching me off guard as his warm breath

myself as my eyes flick to his lips,

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

face. My breathing hitches 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

call beating Marcos and accusing me of having sex with him, helping me?" I ask, my mouth still dry, my body light as if it is floating. It doesn't matter how much I

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

a hand down his face. "Marcos was helping me, Hayes. Just like you had instructed him to do." "Why are you still here?" He asks, the gentle Hayes I

he watches me expectantly. "The rest of the group

laugh breaking from his deformed, yet somehow still

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