Traded To The Lycan King

Everyone sits and stares at Teiran, Nisha's eyes sizing him up with unbridled curiosity. Dean clears his throat, waiting for Hayes to say something, anything. But he doesn't. Instead, he stands and turns to walk away. "Hayes," Koda hisses, causing Hayes to stop, look over his shoulder uninterested, and then he walks off.

"I'll take the first watch," he mutters.

"I am Teiran." The dragon heir says. Nisha slaps at Koda, her eyes wide.

"I told you he looks familiar," she hisses at him.

"And how do you know him?" He asks, sounding bored.

"He is the dragon king's kid." She grits out. Koda sits up straighter, his mouth falling open as he looks at me, a grimace on my face as I try to hide my face.

"He is what?" Dean screeches.

"Calm down, they exiled him," Marcos says in Teiran's defense and I feel a twitch at my lip, amused that suddenly Marcos is defending him, even if it is minimal. "Disowned really."

"That doesn't matter," Koda scoffs. "If he looks like a dragon and smells like a dragon, then he is the enemy."

"Do I look like a dragon just sitting here?" Teiran asks, and Koda frowns.

"He means you are big," Nisha tries to explain.

"He is here because I asked him to help us." I say, cutting the chit chat short. "Yes, he is the dragon king's son, yes he was exiled and yes, I do trust him. At least enough to trust that we are not his enemy." "Did you stop to consider that maybe he is our enemy?" Koda groans. "And Hayes agreed to this?"

He suddenly stands, throwing his hands up in anger before he chuckles to himself and he sneers at me.

I saved Hayes and Marcos. He had no problem killing his own kind to keep us safe." I snap at him as I jump up too, rolling my

Nisha repeats, her tone mocking as

your leader

and Koda looks away, clearing his throat. We all know about Hayes' wish for death, the oath his brother made him take. There is no room for arguing with anyone about that. "I'm going to

you should get some rest." I give him a half smile and he nods, clearing his throat before he lays down, and turns his

a pet dog," Nisha teases, a giddy grin on her face as she looks at

no one's pet, and I am least of all a dog." Teiran bites out from his

fingers pinching the bridge of my nose. The last thing I need is more arguing over moot points. My body is exhausted and muscles are sore. "I am going to get some sleep while

lay in the dewy grass, the moisture leaching through my clothing. Sleep, like always, eludes me no matter how long I lay counting the breaths. I roll onto my back, my hand over my stomach as I watch the stars. Hayes had to feel it. Why else would he bring up sparks, and them being important? I shouldn't have denied it, but the fear of what he will do if I say yes

who brings out the bitter, kind of annoying, bitchy part of me. But he is Hayes, my Hayes. The same guy who would make even the darkest days feel like there was light. He could take any terrible ordeal and use his words

a better person, even after I left, hell even after meeting Tyler. I would remind myself to think objectively like Hayes would and yet, when I am around him, it is hard to think at all aside from wanting to smack him or

pressing my

did everything have to spiral out of control when I need it the most? My stupid, bond driven lycan wants to be curted up with Hayes, to be accepted. But Hayes and I...we

situationship.

soft whisper and look around my hands to see

admit,

feeling. Might be part of why I am such an asshole." He gives me

could just be

just being next to him. Down, lycan, down. Last thing I need is to get caught staring at his plush, upturned kissabte lips. He might get the fight idea. That I want to smash my lips to his and leap into his arms.

to be

can I help you sleep?" He asks, reaching out a hand to

fluffy blankets in any of these bags?"

should mention that..." He grins widely, hooking his thumb over his shoulder like he might actually try to play it off