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.

goes after her." I snort. "No, I will let her calm

will be worse." Dean says,

is not fucking helpful." I mutter and he slaps me on

be helpful, just trying to be someone you can talk to."

Marcos says, walking up to me and Dean with a look of worry. "Can I talk

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 clears his

or Kyra have any injuries that needed to be looked

much as she likes

to. Even if I don't deserve

knocked out for some time, but she seems fine now." I tell him. His

him as I cross my arms over my chest and look him

I tell him, my voice harsh, to remind him I am still the person in charge here, even if he doesn't like me very much

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

I take advantage of her when she was injured?

caught up in her and the way she looked at me. The way she kissed me before I had the chance to close the distance. And the spark...the one I can still feel

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

take advantage of

Fuck.

through my hair, taking a few steps back before

Not only would I never do anything to hurt her, I would have been

back, trying to recall how she looked