Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 159

Warm air brushes over my cheeks, a gentle feeling as if it were a soft kiss barely touching me. I feel strangely relaxed, safe, as I try to force myself to move. My body feels heavy, my eyes aching with a dull pain behind them as I blink them open, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion when I see him."

Hayes lays next to me, his eyes closed as the sun beats down through the leaves of the trees above us. His breathing is even and soft, his gentle breath heating my face as I find myself frozen, transfixed on just how much he has changed. I don't mean because of his burns, but rather the way his cheek-bones are sharper, his jawline tense and his lips... his lips look more tempting.

I try to turn onto my back, but I find myself trapped beneath his arm over a gray, dingy blanket. His arm lifts just enough for me to squirm and that's then I realize my arms are stuck inside the massive shirt I have on. My nose scrunches in confusion as I shimmy around, finding the arm holes that are twisted to the sides, before I push my hands through.

"Are you awake or having a seizure?" Hayes' groggy voice asks and I scoff, looking over at him only to see his eyes are still closed, but there is a quirk of a smile at the corner of his lip.

"Did you get me dressed?" I ask him and he exhales, popping one eyelid open, unamused.

"I did the best I could for someone more limp than a dead snake."

My mouth falls open, and I lick my lips, smiling even if he is trying to offend me to pick a fight.

"You didn't think to put my arms through the holes?" I ask him, waving my arms around in their newfound freedom.

"Figured you'd be warmer," He shrugs.

"You also tucked me in?" I ask, arching a brow, and he frowns before sighing.

"Kyra, you were shivering. What was I supposed to do, let you freeze to death?" He mutters, turning his back to me. I pause, nibbling my lip as I try to figure out how to say thank you.

The words that seem so easy somehow don't want to come forth the more I remember. I have many more things I want to say: curse words, questions, really snarky comments about his intelligence. But I push it all aside and clear my throat. "Thank you, Hayes." I murmur. He turns, looking at me suspiciously over his shoulder.

"What?" He asks, and I roll my eyes.

"You're going to make me say it again, aren't you?" I ask him and He lays his head back down, but not before I see a smirk.

"Say what again? You were mumbling, so I couldn't hear anything." He lies.

lean over his side to make sure he can hear me. Then

standing position, leaving me on my knees. I tilt my head to the side, my mouth

and looks away. My stomach twists, and I look down at my hands,

I find my balance. A soft groan slips

I croak, stepping away

the blanket. His jeans stretch over his rear end,

that he is

me, tucking the blanket under his arm before crossing them over his chest. Then

"Why do you ask?"

free as I press my

I manage to choke out. He rolls his eyes and then

little tight." He

at. Especially in jeans a size too small, riding low on his hips. These jeans are

looks down at his

jeans," he argues. I nod, giving him a fake 'I

mistake." Then I clear my throat and look around. "We really should get moving, though, especially if we have any hope of finding

had a feeling you would want to

find him, the better for everyone." I tell him. "Well, other

accuse him of. And even if I know that's what his endgame is, all of me had hoped he would try

motioning

have meaningful conversations?" I ask him as I step

grunts. "Why want to have

to kill yourself?" I ask, no holding back. There used to be no wall between us, no worrying about hurting each other's feelings when we spoke as best friendsz What needed to be said was said, and we dealt with

not." He snorts and I shoot him a glare over my

that begging to just let you go was just a joke?" I say, turning around to look at

as he slowly lifts his eyes to

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