Traded To The Lycan King

"So, where exactly are we headed first?" I ask the group as they move in silence in front of me. Nisha groans in annoyance, picking up her pace, Koda following along behind her like a love struck puppy. "Great, good talk." I mutter to myself. "She will come around eventually," Marcos says, popping up on my right. He gives me a gentle smile that makes my cheeks blush and I shake my head, hiding my grin. "I enjoyed spending time with you last night." I chuckle and nod. "Yeah, the silence was nice."

His eyes squint slightly and his mouth quirks up at the edges, the light sound of laughter tumbling freely from him like he is unaffected by his past. A pang of jealousy twinges in my chest and I look away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I was thinking more about the nice wrestling match." He winks and I bark out a laugh, giving him a shove as he leans away.

"Way to make it sound less like you getting your ass kicked and more like it was planned." I tease him.

"I mean, call it what you want. I'm happy to do it again whenever you'd like."

Oh, Marcos is a flirt. A damn good flirt, but for once, it feels nice to be seen for more than a history I had. Either with Tyler or Hayes.

"No relationships in the group." Hayes growls, a glare sharp enough it could puncture even a dragon's hide. My spine tingles as his scent hits my nostrils and I want to gnaw my heart out just to keep it from feeling anything for him. "Define relationships?" I say with a sarcastic lip twitch. "Because I'm not looking for a new mate, just maybe someone to pass the time until I inevitably die in battle."

It's a lie. I'm not looking for anyone or anything to help me pass the time. But the way Hayes' glare turns annoyed to homicidal is well worth the little lie. A little part of me feeds off seeing the emotions play across his face that he can't control. "Don't fuck around." He clarifies, trying to come off as intimidating, but all it does is thrill me all too much that he cares at all.

"What about just fucking? Is that okay?" I ask, sending a wink to Marcos, who clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck.

"Well damn, I wasn't expecting you to be that forward—"

"No. You can not fuck Marcos. Or Koda, or Dean, or Nisha." He says, his voice growing loud but not quite yelling yet.

"What about you then?" Marcos asks, a defiant look in his eyes as he stops and goes toe to toe with Hayes.

Hayes blinks slowly, his shoulders rolling back as he rises to his full height. He stands two inches taller than Marcos before he leans forward, his lips in a sneer.

and her imagination." He snaps out, but his eyes shift to me and I can see a look there that

mutters, taking a step back, a mischievous grin on his lips. "So She

seems to rear back. "I

than Nisha, who can just freely crawl into anyone's tent she

at my throat, the jealousy twisting through my stomach painfully at the thought of Hayes with

Marcos." I say, clearing my throat of

in my chest. Where I aim to anger and annoy Hayes, I only end up causing myself more pain in the long

than Tyler and the pain of hating Hayes for

to see me at his side. Neither of us say anything. Why would we when we have nothing to discuss? But I must admit, the lack of hostility and flirtatious looks is a relief I

have no idea what it's about either, and he turns to look back.

back forward before he has the chance to catch me peeking at him. Dean then lets out a heavy sigh and gives me a sympathetic look before

shock, trying to keep up as he clearly tries to ditch me. Panic rises when it dawns on me that there must have been some silent eye communication between Hayes and Dean to make him take off and look like he wanted to apologize

causing my body to react in a

me further from their memory with every little tug. Every scent, every look pults the line more taut,

I look in the opposite direction. "Look at me," He says, his words soft, almost

do you need,

understand my order." He says, his lips pressing together tightly, like he has to know I

roll my

that was discussing it, Kyra. Not me." His voice is

popping the 'p' just to illustrate my annoyance

groaning. "I am sorry for how things ended in our friendship." "Why do you do this?" I ask him, unable to hide the shock I feel