Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 177

Kyra rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

“Look, you are the one making this difficult at every step if the way, Hayes. Not me.” She groans, her level of annoyance at an all-time high.

“You make it seem like it is intentional.” I grunt and she growls, yanking at her hair.

“Hayes, you are impossible to work with now. You used to—”

“Be a pushover?” I ask, shrugging. “Or perhaps you are looking for the word diplomatic?”

“Diplomatic seems more fitting, I guess,” she mutters.

“I am no longer the beta. I don’t have to worry about being diplomatic anymore. Not to mention we are in a fucking war where there are no rules.” I shout at her, my voice rising.

“Lover’s quarrels are so strange.” Teiran muses to himself as I cut him a glare.

“Is this how mates always talk?” Flora asks, amused.

“Make for better make up later.” Teiran explains to her and I scoff, taking a stumble back. Is this whole fucking thing a joke? Just some charade to laugh at? We have been hunting for this bastard for years. He has caused so much destruction and proven he doesn’t give up. How long had he been playing Merikh and the others?

“If we take him alive, he will get away.” I tell them all, looking around. “That is not a worst-case scenario. It is the ONLY scenario, and then we are back to tracking the asshole down all over again.”

“You always underestimate everyone.” Kyra snaps, reaching up for Flora to help her up.

“This conversation is done.” I grit out, stalking over to the ball of roots. My hand transforms into a claw as I swipe at it. The wood splinters easily, falling away in chunks only to reveal more thick growth with every blow.

What could Merikh possibly want with Ezrah? Is it to say goodbye to someone he regarded highly as a friend? Or perhaps he has gone soft and believes he can turn him to our side. But that’s the problem.

Ezrah is on no one’s side. Instead of being a part of the dragons or his own species, he is betrothed to his word and his occupation. He doesn’t care who wins this fucking war, he only cares this thing survives.

My arms grow tired as I continually cut away at the roots just as quickly as they are replaced. They all talk behind me, no doubt trying to discuss what to do next, but if they think they will stop me, they will have to kill me first.

“Hayes,” Kyra says softly, her voice calm and too commanding. My lycan wants to respond, but I push aside the bond that connects us, or at least I try.

My screams of anger fill the air, tuning her out as I try to hold on to every thread of hatred I have in my heart for the asshole who allowed all of this to happen. Everything, every last bit of it, is Ezrah’s fault.

His lies and manipulation are what led to so much pain and suffering. He wants to claim he did it for the love of someone he viewed as a child, but the truth is he did it because it’s the closest feeling he has had to love. A false sense of servitude to an evil rare breed.

“Hayes!” she roars, grabbing my attention as I whip my head around and scowl at her.

“What!” I scream, taking four large steps to enter her space.

“Killing him won’t solve this.” She says, her hand reaching up and pressing to my chest. The shocks make me shiver and I see her skin prickle. “Killing Ezrah won’t bring them back, any of them.”

There is a hurt in her eyes I can’t figure out, but it makes my mouth dry as I press my lips together in disappointment. How can she think this is about bringing anyone back? This isn’t about Leandra or anyone else.