Traded To The Lycan King

"Oh fuck. No, no, no!" Hayes mutters behind me as I rush toward Teiran. My legs feel weak and my arms shaky as I try to climb the tree to get him down.

"Leave him!" The wood fae screams, but I ignore her. What she doesn't know is that once I am done getting Terian freed, I am going to tear her throat out. "I said to leave him!"

"You can go get fucked, you tree humper!" I growl at her. She scoffs and then chuckles, breaking into a manic laugh.

The branches start to bend and twist under me, my feet losing their footing as I fall, crashing into the ground with bruising force. Pain radiates up my thigh as I shove off the ground, sprinting toward Teiran, reaching up and swinging off the lowest branches, launching myself up as I grip the next one.

Teiran groans, turning his head to look at me as he tries to breathe. He is in rough shape, and if I don't get him down soon, he won't heal the right way. Shit. I grit my teeth, jumping onto a branch that sways out, my fingers gripping the moving bark. As I try to use it to move myself closer.

Instead, it consumes my hand, growing around it and gripping me tight as my fingers crunch.

"Agh!" I grit out, as something wraps around my ankle and pulls on me. Twisting me upside down as I try to fight against the restraints.

"Hayes!" I cry out, looking for him to see if he, too, is trapped. Instead, I am shocked to see him on his hands and knees, struggling to breathe. The wood Fae must have hurt him somehow and my heart aches knowing he is in pain. "If you hurt him, I swear I will—” "Why would I hurt him?" She asks innocently, tilting her head as she looks at him. "I don't want to hurt you, but you insist on fighting me for that man's punishment."

My brows furrows in confusion, my eyes stuck on Hayes as he seems to have some sort of meltdown. He groans, holding his head as he grimaces, His eyes unfocused as if he is lost. My eyes slide to Teiran, who continues to bleed from the branch through his shoulder. "What the fuck do you want?" I grit out. She frowns, shaking her head as if she is a parent disappointed in her child.

"Did we not already discuss this?" She asks, titling her head.

"Yes! We told you we didn't fucking do it!" I screech.

low, her eyes growing dark and

to honor her death by making use of her instead of letting

make sense." She scoffs, throwing her hands up. "Both your kinds just kill, and maim and devour. All

hate the Fae. All of them are so high and mighty thinking since they live so long, they have a better understanding of life. "No," Hayes mutters, pushing back onto his knees, his eyes finding me, but he isn't in the present. I can see the ache in him, the way he is locked in the past, in a memory of what has happened. Hayes is having a mental breakdown, a

down," I whisper, watching the pain in his eyes turn to murder as

fear in her eyes as her mouth falls open. Fae are strong with magic, but like us, they grow tired from overuse,

kill you." I hiss as

forward, letting out a feral howl as she drops to the ground, her hands sinking into the dirt as roots rise and twist around her, creating

ground, I rush to Hayes in order to stop him. As much of an ill-informed brat as this fae is, she will be useful in trying to locate Ezrah. Or even in immobilizing him. "Kyra, don't." Teiran whispers, his eyes filled with

injured hand to

over me. What if he doesn't recognize me? What if he thinks I am the enemy, or he is in such a rage he can't be controlled? Just as I reach out again, my fingers shaking, someone grabs me from behind and pulls me away. "Hayes will kill you. He is out of his mind," Teiran growls, his eyes dark as he looks down at me, something undistinguishable

say, exhaling. "Just trust me,

you I lack." He

roots as the woman shrieks in fear. "He is not in his right mind. Hell, I

whisper. "He couldn't save her, so I have to save him

hold him down until he comes

grit out. "Okay? We are second chance mates, so I am the only

his head. "Or the only one who