Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 143

“What ya doing?” A voice asks from above me. I close my eyes and groan internally.

“Trying to find silence.” I mutter.

“Hmm, looks more like you are spying on Marcos, Hayes.” Nisha asks, dropping from the tree next to me where I hide and watch Marcos as he examines Kyra.

“I’m not spying on Marcos.” I say defensively. She steps up next to me, looking straight ahead, and then she chuckles.

“So, are you going to apologize to her?”

I ignore her as I focus on Marcos’ gentle, unmaimed hands as they glide across her bruised back. He eases her to the side, checking out the bruise on her abdomen, his thumb inching too close to her breasts—

“Hayes,” Nisha says, stepping in front of me. Her dark brown eyes lock on mine as I clear my throat and look away quickly. “Seems like she is has gotten under your skin.”

“She is not,” I scoff, turning my back on Nisha and walking deeper into the trees. Every step away from where Marcos is touching Kyra feels like a brick is added to my body weight, sinking me further into the ground making it impossible to move further.

“What’d she do to you then?” Nisha pounces in front of me with a glimmer of excitement in her eye. Her short loose curls bobble with her head as she tilts it to the side, waiting for an answer.

“Kyra and I are old friends. She didn’t do anything to me.” I say firmly. It’s the truth. When it comes to hurting Kyra, it seems I am almost always the root cause, and it sucks just as much now as it did back then.

“Oh,” Nisha laughs as she covers her mouth. “Oh, you feel guilty.”

My shoulders slump and I frown as I look directly into the thin werewolf’s eyes.

“I feel bad she got hurt, yes, but my motive was justified.” I clip out. “Kyra does not belong here. She shouldn’t have been allowed on this mission.”

Nisha makes a face, one that says ‘interesting but I disagree’ and I roll my eyes. Of the group we have with us, Nisha is annoyingly the most perceptive. Though Dean may be as well, he is much better at controlling his face when it comes to things he disagrees with.

“Keep your opinion to yourself, Nisha.” I warn her and she puts her hands up, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t say anything,” she protests.

“You didn’t have to. Your face always speaks louder than your words.” I mutter and she giggles.

“I can’t help what my face does.” She rolls her eyes. Her bubbly personality is a constant point of contention between us. But her desire for revenge is just as strong as the rest of us, so she fits our odd ball group.

“Are you on watch?” I ask her, and she shoots me a grin.

“No, I was visiting with Koda.” She says, as she waggles her brows suggestively.

I frown at her, and she rolls her eyes.

“Calm down, we just talked.” She hides a wry smile. “Keep looking at me like that and I might almost be convinced you are jealous. You know I am open to comfort you, too.”

She winks at me, and I glare at her.

“Get back to camp, Nisha.” I sigh, turning my back on her as I walk away. She once again shoots around me and stands in my way. This time, her hands land on my chest and she gives me a soft, sad look.

“Wait. You owe Kyra an apology, Hayes. And you should do it sooner rather than later.” She says, a demanding look on her face that makes me chuckle dryly and shake my head as I push her hands away.

“What I do is my business, Nisha.” I scoff and she frowns.

“You fucked up with that command and you know it. Keep that shit up and you will lose crew members.” She rivals my angered gaze with her own.

“Fine.” I grit out, shoving her aside as I storm back to where I had come from. “I’ll apologize.”

It irritates me greatly that I was so quick to agree, but with every passing second, all I can see is Marcos’ hands on Kyra. What if Marcos crosses a line and she is too weak to handle herself? Not that Marcos would ever do such a thing, but my mind can’t think straight.

My pace quickens, and my mind wanders to all sorts of dangerous places.

“Hayes,” Dean calls to me from my right, but I don’t detour toward him. “Hayes!”