Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 145

“I don’t know what to say,” I admit, his honesty catching me off guard. Since the second he laid eyes on me again, he has been nothing short of rude and cold. Every word has been a stab at me in one way or another. But now he suddenly racked with guilt and apologizing?

“There is nothing to say, Kyra. You asked for your apology and I gave it to you,” he says matter of fact.

“And that’s it? We go back to constant fighting and bickering?” I ask, arching a brow. He pauses, then lets out a low sigh, his good hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know,” He admits. “What do you want from me?”

I scoff. “For starters? Maybe you not trying to sabotage me at every turn.”

He frowns like I am speaking some untruth, and I give him a stern look.

“Fine. But in my defense, I wasn’t the one to drug you.” He says.

“Did you tell Marcos to do it?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest. He looks away and shrugs, refusing to answer, and I roll my eyes. “Of course you did.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He tells me, and I see how sincere he is, but sincerity doesn’t matter when you mess up.

“Yeah, that worked out really well.” I scoff, throwing my hands up in frustration, and he winces.

“In retrospect, it was a bad decision.” He admits. “Dragons are not known for being in this area, even scouts. We are still close to the water and they usually avoid it.”

“I was passed out for hours, Hayes. HOURS! That’s not just a bad decision, it was a near fatal one and I know I am here in one piece, but it was very, very close to being me in multiple pieces.” I say, my voice rising.

It doesn’t matter that he apologizes or that he admits he was wrong. What I understand now is that I want to know why he thinks so little of me. Was loving him back then, asking him to choose me. Was it so wrong?

“I fucked up.” He says, his voice matches mine in volume. “All I can do is apologize and ask if we can move on.”

I throw my hands up in defeat. “And what does moving on look like?”

“What?” He freezes, swallowing hard as he blinks at me.

“What does moving on look like for us? You want to move on from this? Fine. How do you envision that happening?” I ask him, my hands finding my hips as he looks around, his brows pulled together in thought.

“Well, I figured you would want an escort back—”

I step into him in a second, my body nearly pressing against his as my anger surges through me.

“Hayes, I am not going back.” I hiss, “The girl you remember and the woman standing in front of you are very different people. I do not cower and I do not run. You need to find this Fae? I am your only hope of finding him. I can promise you that.”

His eyes meet mine and for a moment the air grows thick, the forest around us silent as I get lost in his hazel eyes.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I whisper, my chest breaking open. All his actions and reactions point to one thing: hatred. Hayes has learned to not only hate life, but he has locked everyone out, and I am the furthest on the outside than even Merikh.

“I don’t hate you,” He says, his words soft as he leans closer.