Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 155

I slip on my still damp clothing, sliding an annoyed side eye over at Kyra. There is no way her clothing is even close to dry yet if mine is still this wet. I don't say anything. I already have to be wary of what I say now that she overheard me and Koda talking. Not that I didn't say anything I wouldn't say to her face. Well, maybe I wouldn't say all of it to her face, but the point remains the same. I didn't speak any mistruths.

"Remind me again why we are leaving now?" Nisha mumbles, unhappy about not staying out of the rain longer.

"Because we need to catch up to Ezrah.," Kyra says with a heavy sigh. "Do you guys even want to find this guy, or is this really just some cover to avoid helping with the war?"

"The fuck did you just say?" I Koda growls, his head snapping up as he glares at her. "You think this has been a damn picnic for us, sweetheart?"

Kyra doesn't even flinch as she reaches out and grabs her bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

"No, I questioned exactly what you all have been doing out here for two years. I never said it was easy, just that it seems like you guys are trying to avoid-" she says, gripping the strap tightly, the only show of her nerves.

"He heard what you said, Kyra." I break in, giving her a stare that pleads with her to shut up. The last thing we need is a group of pissed off lycans and werewolves at our backs. I know for a fact they will protect me, but I need to know they will protect her, too. She isn't making it all that easy.

"She makes a point," Marcos says, and Koda scoffs, shaking his head.

"Of course you would try to agree with her, you want in her pants," he grumbles.

"Marcos is right, Koda." I say, reaching for my bag. Koda scoffs and chuckles dryly. "Or do you think I want to get into his pants?"

He frowns at me and shakes his head as if this whole conversation is unbelievable.

"No, I don't get the vibe you want in Marcus' pants." He says finally.

"We should be jumping at every opportunity to get Ezrah. We have become complacent in our failure. Clearly, we have forgotten what it is like to have a lead." I remind everyone, looking at Nisha, Dean and Koda especially.

"It's just rain," Dean says, trying to break the residual tension.

"Yeah, nothing like a wet dog," Nisha grumbles to herself as she slides a glance at Kyra and Marcos.

"Enough." I say, my voice low but firm. "This bickering and bullshit is done here and now. Do you understand me?"

to do with all of this while Marcos looks around, also trying to appear innocent. When my eyes land on Kyra, she

"Sorry," she whispers.

"Good. Now-"

cutting me off with raised eyebrows. "What about

scrunches in confusion as I look around at everyone, annoyed to see almost all

about me?" I

of are part of the problem with all the bickering and stuff...no offense." Dean explains. I

the leader. I

points out, crossing her arms over her chest. "How

annoyance morphing into an angry monster as I slide my tongue over my

my life and yours. If you doubt her, then you are doubting me. Do you doubt me?" "No, of

the shitty attitudes are gone." I grunt, walking to the door and yanking it

the side as I realize I might be a little more frustrated than I thought. I clear my throat and let it fall to the side; the

speaks as Kyra guides us along with the point of her hand. I try to avoid her, lingering in the back to make sure I don't bicker or make a scene. After all, Nisha makes a point. My constant arguing with her does no one any good. So avoiding

pull together and my mouth pulls to one side as I try to understand what the heck

a little more specific?" I ask him,

started this mission, you told me your goal was to

scrub my hand down my face, clearing it of rain for a mere second before it

it." I say, giving him a curious look.

like he has something more to say, like there is something hidden between the words, a reason for his curiosity that makes my

the egg is returned." I say, feeling more guard around Dean than I have before. He seems to weigh my answer, his mouth opening

this, is your goal to die in this battle and leave

on my hips as I shake my head and look at

this, didn't he?" I ask, my chest burning with an unfamiliar feeling of regret as my self hatred grows. Dean clears his throat and looks away as I lift my gaze and scowl at him. "Alpha Merikh...expressed concerns," he says after a moment and I dryly chuckle, pacing away from him as I lick my lips and smile at no one

been what...? Ensuring I don't find Ezrah because you are worried I will kill myself?" I

truth as I realize the others have come back

to watch me for him? Hmm? Make sure I don't

to see that no one will make eye contact with me. Nisha rubs the back of her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255