Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 171

*Kyra*

“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.

“But you planned to eat her.” She says low, her eyes growing dark and her lip sneering. “Leaving nothing left for me to return to the earth.”

“I wished only to honor her death by making use of her instead of letting her go to waste.” Teiran says, barely audible.

“That doesn’t make sense.” She scoffs, throwing her hands up. “Both your kinds just kill, and maim and devour. All you do is fight, mate, and kill.”

I cry out in pain as the branches tighten over my ankle and hand, my fingers snapping as my muscles quiver and I try to fight the tears. This is why I 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 trauma response.

“You need to let me down,” I whisper, watching the pain in his eyes turn to murder as he slowly rises to his feet.

Hayes is not there as his lycan takes over, his body creaking and cracking with violent force as he lowers his chin and growls at her. I watch the fear in her eyes as her mouth falls open. Fae are strong with magic, but like us, they grow tired from overuse, growing weaker with each time they do too much. And she has done too much.

“Let us down now, or he will kill you.” I hiss as she takes a step back.