Traded To The Lycan King

"No one goes anywhere alone," I remind her, my voice threatening as I take two steps after her. Her red hair flips around, loose strands brushing over her flushed cheeks as her eyes bore into mine.

"Send someone with me and they will come back with a black eye." She says. It almost sounds like a warning, but the more I see the anger burning behind her glare, the more I realize she is making me a promise. "Even Marcos?" I murmur low enough for her to hear, then I quirk a single brow in retaliation for her attitude.

"I don't discriminate when I am angry." She says, taking two steps away before she turns on her heels and walks off into the trees.

I watch her with my stomach twisting in knots as my fingers twitch and my jaw clenches. She walks off gracefully with her head held high and yet, my eyes fall to her waist, watching it sway from side to side like a sex crazed idiot.

Should I have stopped myself? Maybe. Did I want to? No, and therein lies the problem. Nisha used to scratch an itch. For many of us, but that is why Koda does not care about her past.

We meant nothing to her, and she meant nothing to us. She is a friend, someone who was as broken as the rest of us, just seeking comfort for a night, a way to forget and not look back.

But Kyra...She tastes like my past and somehow my future. I restrained myself long enough to make sure she was willing and okay with what happened... but beyond that; I was selfish, and I didn't need another reason to hate myself. And yet, here I am, crossing off another mark. Reason five hundred something for why I deserve to die.

"Everything all good?" Dean asks, stepping up next to me.

"Yep." I lie and from the corner of my eye, I can see him nodding.

"So we are going to lie to each other now?" He asks, and I look over my shoulder for the others. Koda and Nisha chat with Marcos, who watches the place where Kyra disappeared as if trying to will her back.

"Does it count as a lie if I'm lying to myself about it, too?" I mutter, my chest rising with a deep inhale before I blow the air through my nose, trying to center myself. Kyra seems to weave her wed around me in every damn way possible, and I am tethered to her. Everything about her just...sets me off.

"Maybe you should go after her," He offers and I scoff.

will one hundred percent punch anyone who goes after her." I snort. "No, I will let her calm down and when

be worse." Dean

helpful." I mutter

trying to be someone

Dean with a look of worry. "Can I talk to

who puts his hands up and steps away, leaving me with the only person I feel like beating to a pulp for no reason. Well, perhaps there is a reason, but not one I am ready to acknowledge yet. "What's up, Marcos?" I ask him and he

Kyra have any injuries that needed to

forlorn. Clearly, he likes Kyra as much as she likes him. Well, maybe more, considering

smirk to myself, relishing that little nugget of information. She chose me, even if she didn't mean to. Even if I don't deserve it or her, I was the

and knocked out for some time, but she seems fine now." I

adjust my stance, turning toward him as I cross my arms over my chest and

remind him I am still the person in charge here, even if he doesn't like me very much right now. "And you didn't think that maybe her agreeing to have sex with you might be a part of her injury?" He

stop, and yet she chose not to." My tongue rolls over my teeth when realize he is insinuating I took advantage of her in some way, that she might not have been in

when she was injured? Had she seemed like she

distance. And the spark...the one I can still feel at my fingertips.

her, Marcos?" I grit out. He blinks at me, his body unwavering as I get in

of her, Hayes? Are you certain it was what

Fuck.

drag my hand through my hair, taking a few steps back before I shake

hurt her, I would have been able to read her enough to know she wasn't being herself." He exhales deeply, looking comforted by my answer. "This may sound off but, how did she look? Skin wise, was her chest discolored or

back, trying to recall how she