Traded To The Lycan King

Two days feels like a hell of a lot more like two years as I wake on the day of Kyra's pending arrival. I have done everything to occupy my mind and lycan from bathing incessantly to going for runs and training. Merikh has always been the better fighter, with a quick reflex But I have improved since losing Leandra, pouring every ounce of myself into becoming a formidable force. One that can protect what is his. Where I failed once before to protect my mate, I refuse to ever fail Kyra in the same manner. If I have to slay a dragon to do it this and ability to channel his lycan in a way I could never imagine time, so be it.

Little giggles fill the hall, followed quickly by the padding footfalls of my niece and nephew. The ones I all but abandoned in my self pity. I never thought I would be the uncle who the kids didn't know. But How could I love little innocent children when I couldn't even bear to look at myself?

With a nervous sigh and an attempt to kill time until someone announces Teiran and Kyra are here. I stand and move toward the doorway, leaning against the frame.

The two little toddlers race down the hall, their little hands flailing and their knees unbending as they screech happily. The second they look up, they stop, eyes wide, before taking a small step back. Little Dylan spins on his heels and races back where he came from while Harmony blinks at me, her chubby face scrunching before she grins wildly.

"Hess!" she squeals, clapping her hands. Merikh scoops up Dylan, his eyes meeting mine as I look up.

"What did she say?" I ask, and he grins.

"She is trying to say Hayes. Colette shows them photos of you every night and tells them your name." He explains, coming closer as Harmony toddles closer to her. Then she wraps her little stout arms around my leg.

"She didn't want them to be afraid of me when they met me, huh?" I ask, feeling a layer of ice in my chest melt away.

"No, she just wanted them to know you existed," He shrugs. "You aren't quite as scary as you believe you are, Hayes."

I look down at Harmony, who grins up at me, her puffy cheeks dimpling. My hand reaches out and I hesitantly pat her on the head and give her a smile back. Then she turns and rushes over to Merikh.

"I will be right back," He says, the twins taking up both of his arms. "I am heading to deliver them to mommy for breakfast. Isn't that right?"

"Eggs!" Harmony squeals and Dylan licks his little lips, prompting a grin from me as they pass by and I wait where I am for Merikh to make his way back.

I pace in the living room, moving toward the window, looking up at the sky in hopes of seeing a dragon carrying my mate. Wishful thinking turns to utter devastation when I see nothing. My stomach twists painfully and I drop into the couch with a grunt.

to rid myself of the sick feeling deep in my gut that only grows stronger. If Kyra were in danger and close, my Lycan would

Merikh says, his footsteps coming into the room as I nod my head

knots and my body feels...out of sorts."

on the back of the

I see her, until I can... physically be near

feels strange, and yet familiar, to be here next to Merikh and opening up about

your mate?" Merikh asks, looking at me curiously. "I mean, it was obvious she knew from

I try to swallow his words. "She only

was there long before you did. Kyra

abandoning her and leaving her in dangerous

in the past and when you finally realized you could have a

a look of concern. The

did you become the wise one?" I ask, trying to make light of the years I

was blind to things, you were my eyes. And for the last two years, I have

my knees. "Didn't make that easy

I took a choice away from you." He shrugs. "I can't imagine

"I suppose I see now

the. Alpha, there are some things I shouldn't be telling you about this new treaty, considering Thatch is the Beta and you no longer

wants to tell him

that it is no longer my place to be privy to any information.regarding the pack. But a larger part of me sees in his eyes that

a plan to take

is mine.

to Kyra. The child, Dragon Prince Tiago, needs a