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.

you assumed I wanted to know." I remind him and

He says. "I assumed you

they bring the bearer of them." Then

is obvious she hates me and looks down on me for some reason. But if we are going

She muses, her deep brown

tell her. "Just coming up for some

until I hear them in my own ears. Being 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 to

points up ahead, where

and I admit her immediate desire to send me off

you?" I

arches

is purely a personal choice."

take a few steps before she exhales and groans. Her hand reaches out, clutching my

my family, a weird, fucked up and very anger filled family. But that's all I have, so

scent prickling my senses as I slow down. The trees are still, not a breeze breaking through the

as I narrow my eyes,

overly warm metal or charcoal in

lycan perks up, and I squeeze my 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

hisses after me, but I

I cut around a

a small fresh cut, the under skin looking green and still moist. It's more like a

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

to spit its

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