Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 181

*Kyra*

“Are you sure you know where you are going?” I ask Hayes for the one millionth time over the last three days.

His muscles are tense, every step making them flex as if he is in pain. He has taken minimal breaks, stopping only to allow me to stretch my legs. The baby has slept, not a single peep, no food, no wet or poopy britches.

“Yes, Kyra.” He says, not a hint of anger or annoyance as I look up at his exhausted face.

“I can walk now, Hayes. You don’t have to carry me anymore. It’s been three whole days.”

He scans the area in front of us, saying nothing as his jaw clenches and he tightens his arms on me. I turn my head, looking for what he seems to see: a quick movement in the dense leaves and a shift in the wind. I try to allow myself to smell the air, but all I can scent is Hayes and the somehow almost comatose dragon baby in my arms.

“Someone is here.” I murmur, low enough only for him to hear. He skirts his eyes to me, a curious glance before he stops, and lowers me down gently.

“I can sense them, but I can’t see them.” He mutters, keeping both hands on my waist as he tugs me close to him like he is fearful someone might try to take me from him.

“To your left, it’s too dense in here for a breeze yet, the trees sway and the leaves move.” I tip my chin in the direction and he gently pulls me behind him, one hand reaching around his back and resting on me.

“Come on out.” Hayes demands, his tone a threat and far from a request.

A dark figure takes a few steps toward us, pausing just as I recognize his frame. I press my hand to Hayes’ back, leaning in gently.

“It’s Teiran.” I tell him, but his muscles don’t relax, his protective demeanor unchanged, which surprises me. “Hayes.”

“You guys covered decent ground.” Teiran says, stepping closer to us, a curious glint in his eyes as he tilts his head, looking at Hates. “Though you both look like shit.”

“How long did it take for you to find us?” Hayes asks.

“Not very long. I spent a day or two with your brother and Colette, trying to make sense of Ezrah and his frantic screaming and threats.”

“What did Ezrah have to say?” I ask, peeking out from behind Hayes’ shoulder, still shielding the baby from view.

“He was screaming about how we stole the egg. He didn’t have it. The messenger boy even cried and then tried to kill himself for failing to protect the child.” Teiran scoffs. “Clearly, he doesn’t realize how resilient a dragon egg is, tougher than rocks.”

Hayes looks over at me, a message in his eyes as he flicks them down to where the baby is. Something happened to hatch the dragon boy, be it the egg breaking or it being ready to come out, but what does it mean that he has been born?

“What happens if it does?” I whisper, clearing my throat. “I mean, if an egg does break?”

Teiran snorts, his hands moving to his hips as he shakes his head.

“An egg doesn’t just break, not on its own or by force.”

Hayes looks at the ground, then he exhales deeply before he takes a step to the side, exposing me and the baby. I watch Teiran’s eyes blink and grow wider with every passing second. His chest heaves in disbelief before he breaks into a dry chuckle.

“I don’t fucking believe this shit.” he shakes his head and then drags his large hand over his face. “Where the fuck did the baby come from?”

“The egg.” I tell him, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“Bullshit.” He growls, stepping closer. His eyes glow a fiery red, a warning that his dragon wants to emerge. I take a step backward, Hayes flying in between us, a warning in his body language as he seems to grow in height, his frame shielding me.

“Why the fuck would we lie?” Hayes hisses at him.

“I have some of the shell,” I rush out, pulling it from the little blanket with the baby. “Look for yourself.”