Traded To The Lycan King

Every scream goes unheard as the wind rips away my cries for Hayes and demands to be put down. My throat is dry and sore and my lips cracked from the icy wind as I hold the baby tightly to my chest, his warmth heating me as if I were hugging an electric blanket. It's "It's okay, little guy," I whisper hoarsely. Not that he can understand what I am saying, but he seems to tilt his head before his chunky fists clench my shirt tighter. Teiran makes a tight turn, forcing me to close my eyes as I squeal, ducking my head to the baby in fear before the massive wings slow and finally my feet touch the ground again.

A breeze shifts around me, and I can hear the snapping of bones as they rearrange. When I open my eyes, I see a fire burning in the corner, one of those magic dragon flames emitting little to no smoke. I whirl around ready to lay into Teiran for his shit move, only to find him not there. My mouth falls open as my brows furrow, and I take two hesitant steps.

"Teiran." I call out, my throat aching.

"There is tea over by the fire." His voice echoes from somewhere as I look up, noting the stone ceiling, the walls and as I look at my feet, even the floor is made of stone.

"I don't want anything." I bite out at him wherever the hell he is.

"Why? We are going to be here a while and your voice sounds rough" His voice echoes again and I spin to see him sauntering closer. His black shirt clings to his frame as he leans into the curved rock wall.

"Because you are taking me back to Hayes." I scoff, and he chuckles.

"That is far from what I will be doing." He smiles sweetly before he pushes off the wall and brushes past me.

"What are you doing?" I hiss at him as he hums to himself, ignoring me as I move closer to the fire, reluctantly enjoying the warmth. Teiran goes about his business, gathering tea from a tiny carved out stone cupboard and then grabs a pot, pouring water into it from a jug before he moves it to the fire.

"Teiran," I say softly, trying not to sound like a beggar, but the pleading slips through. I miss Hayes already. "Please."

"Please what, Kyra?" He asks, not looking up as he stands and moves behind me, dragging a cot closer for me to sit.

"Please take me back." I whisper, a tear slipping down my cheek.

"Sorry, but no." He grunts, then he moves over to me and reaches out, removing the baby from my arms as he lays him down in a pile of furs on the ground.

"Why the fuck-"

"Shhh," He interrupts me, pressing a finger to his lips. "We will discuss this after he has been down for a few minutes and after you have had some tea. Your voice is grating in my ears. It sounds like I'm arguing with a man."

I gape at him as he shakes his head and busies himself with other things while I stew in the anger of my sudden kidnapping and ache in my chest from being so far from someone I only just found again.

am I here?" I whisper, tired of the silence, of the aching in my chest and

mutters, shoving a ceramic mug into my

"I don't want it."

it." He shrugs, taking a seat on the ground

his eyes as I make sure to stare at him. After I empty the glass, I place it down and move to the ground, away from the sleeping baby. "Better?" he asks, arching a brow with a smirk tugging

behind?" I ask, getting straight to the point. He sighs heavily and rolls his

finally says, choosing his

you need me?"

word slips from his lips with ease and I scoff

I ask him,

leaning forward, his eyes trained on me, causing me to shy away. He moves onto

out, trying

me like I'm a meal?" I grind out, grimacing as I look him up and down. It's not that Teiran isn't attractive, and for anyone else, not madly, hopelessly in love with someone they were never meant to have. This would work. "I need a mate in order to make

find a willing one." I

part of the problem, Kyra. I don't get to choose, the circumstances found me

way to win a woman

stands, his hands going to his hips as

world in which I will ever willingly mate with anyone while I am mated to

you and then dying." He says as if each word

question and more a laugh. "Teiran, I have no desire to be a queen or mate with a dragon." "Then be

I will be again." I whisper, and I watch the

understand, dragon younglings bond with their mother once that bond is initiated there is

baby happily sleeping. "His mom

are his mother." He says the words as if I am the one lacking

"Like hell I am."

"You broke the egg and the first damn thing he saw was you and your maternal instinct to

of a species I am not?" I scoff. "And I'm not the one

are now

little more detail. How the