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.

dry, I lower myself and stare up at the barely standing roof. It shakes

I snort as I turn onto my side, my arm under my head to keep it from the

I mumble with

are hushed as I hear him

through a crack in the siding, then plop down in 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

I ask him and he clears his

about Nisha..." He murmurs, looking away for

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 more open to the idea of

group anymore, but I was hoping you would let

you telling me you two have already discussed this

he shakes his head, then he drags

refuse to sleep with her unless I know she is

plop back down on the wood, annoyed. Why the fuck is he asking permission if he knows the rules and

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

There is no nefarious reasoning behind it, no excret based on the life they

between us. If Kodaet wants a life with Nisha, and she agrees with his feelings, then they should remove themselves from the

I frown, feeling the need to explain it

understand my reasoning, right?" I ask him

perhaps I will keep her at arm's length until the end of the

tell her and you both decide what to do from

moment

that what you plan to do with Kyra?" he asks, and I bark

nothing between Kyra and I," I tell him frankly and he frowns. "I mean it, Koda. Kyra was a friend once, a

muscles going rigid. I jump up, trying to scent or see what he might be seeing, and then he elbows me. "Smells like bullshit, doesn't it?" He grins. I opt to glare at him as he shakes his