Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 151

I catch myself constantly stealing glimpses of Hayes' injury. The way the scars seem to crawl up his neck and into his cheek like a thorny rose vine creeping up a trellis. It twists and dips, spots shiny while others are dull and deep. My fingers itch to touch it, to trace the

tendrils that caused him so much pain as they dance up the side of his head, burning off half his eyebrow.

It's mesmerizing, almost beautiful. A map of his sufferings. He finds it appalling, convinced I could only feel the same way. But I don't avoid his touch because of his injuries. I run from the sparks he seems immune to.

The explosion that rips through my body and tries to urge me to follow what the moon goddess has given me. It's not about moving on from what I lost, but accepting what I am being offered. But I'm not sure I can or that I want to.

"Ask me," Hayes sighs heavily, the annoyance clear in his exhale as he remains looking forward. My brows pull together, the left corner of my lip pulling down in a confused frown.

"What exactly am I asking you?"

"Did it hurt? Does it still hurt? How did it happen?" Hayes says, his voice flat and unaffected.

"Is that normally what people ask?" I watch him closely as he clears his throat and looks in the opposite direction. "Because I got the feeling people avoid you."

"Because of my burns?" He scoffs, and I snort.

"No, because you're an asshole now."

Dean and Marcos chuckle ahead of us, both of them shaking their heads.

"Yeah, well, if I look like an asshole people don't ask me annoying questions," He grumbles.

I arch a brow and smirk up at him, regardless of how much he tries to look away.

questions. You demanded I ask you what you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and he nods, a small smile forming

me," He

bring the bearer of them." Then I spin on my toes and walk toward the

looks down on me for some reason. But if we are going to be stuck together for a

muses,

tell her. "Just

around Hayes is entirely suffocating and when he isn't around, usually there is Marcos drowning me with his closeness and his overwhelming presence. Two entirely different men both successfully making me uncomfortable and want

she points up ahead,

admit her immediate desire to send me off ruffles my skin and my

offend you?" I ask, tired of

She arches

personal choice." I scoff and nod

steps before she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching my elbow, tugging me

she sighs, "I just...I am protective of these guys. They are my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family. But that's all I have,

word, drifting off as my eyes scan the area around us, a scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not

my eyes, tilting my chin up

the air, the scent of overly warm metal or charcoal in the faintest way

eyelids together, allowing the world around me to fall silent. In the darkness I see a dull light, like a thread leading me as it pulses away, calling me to follow. I can feel the excitement rising in my gut, a smile coming to my lips

hisses after me, but I am too

a tree, I notice

under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a dent, as if a rock were

I bring my hand to my nose and look closely. There is a slight

to spit its

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