Traded To The Lycan King

"You should get some rest too, Hayes." Marcos says.

I know he is looking out for me; he is the healer and someone I would almost consider a friend if I had intentions for friendly attachments. But every time I look at him, I find myself envious where I never was.

Kyra has turned me into someone who cares when she looks at me. How can I both crave and hate her gaze? How can she make me jealous of another man who has nothing? I know the reason. It's because he at least has a fucking face. But the fact that it bothers me so much...that is what's so infuriating.

"Hayes?" Dean says, touching my shoulder, dragging me from my thoughts as I glare up at him.

"What?"

"Marcos is right. You are better use to us all if you are rested. You seem more lost in your head than you usually are."

I sigh, and turn back toward the fire, pinching the bridge of my nose before squeezing my eyes closed.

"Being lost in my mind is preferable to being lost in my nightmares, Dean. You know how that goes." I mutter.

"I can help you sleep, Hayes," Marcos offers, and I look down at Kyra, who pretends to be asleep, his hand gently rubbing up and down her back. The simple, sweet gesture makes me want to rip his fingers off.

"I don't want your drugs, Marcos." I snap at him before I stand and walk over to the door.

"Where are you going?" Kyra's voice squeaks, no doubt, as she spins to look at my back. And for whatever reason, her caring brings a smirk to my face.

"To sleep where a dog like me belongs." I tell her, not bothering to look back before I exit through the rickety door.

Koda looks up from his spot, tilting his head to the right.

"Too stuffy in there, huh?" He asks, but I ignore him looking for a dry enough spot to lie down.

up at the barely standing roof. It shakes as rain patters down. I wonder just how damn long the clouds

likely try to sneak off and proclaim it is what she was taught to do. I snort as I turn onto my side, my arm under my head to

with

you something?" His words are hushed as

front of me. I arch a brow in interest. Koda has no problem speaking his mind when he wants to, but this desperation in his voice is different. He never asks before

I ask him and he clears his

murmurs, looking away for a

choose her as a mate?" I say the words he is struggling to get out. Instead of growing angry like I thought I would in a situation like this, I find myself

qualify to be here, in this group anymore, but I was hoping you would let us stay?" he swallows

two have already discussed this and

head, then he drags his hand

exhales. "I refuse to sleep with

back down on the wood, annoyed. Why the fuck is he asking permission if

to mate, that is fine, but the rules remain the same. No mates

up, either. It was one Merikh also suggested. There is no nefarious reasoning behind it, no excret based

greatest regrets was fighting the bond with Leandra and then never truly having that bond strengthened between us. If Kodaet wants a life with

I frown, feeling

understand my reasoning, right?" I ask him and

perhaps I will keep her at arm's

you tell her and you both decide

quiet for a moment before

do with Kyra?"

Kyra and I," I tell him frankly and he frowns. "I mean it, Koda. Kyra was a friend once, a long

he looks out into the distance. Then he sniffs the air, his muscles going rigid. I jump up, trying to scent or see what he might be seeing, and then he