Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 197

*Kyra*

Tiago and Dylan play in the corner of Merikh’s office, giggling as they mash little toys together, letting them fly to various parts of the room before chasing them down. Silence falls between Merikh and me as we wait for Colette to return from putting Harmony down for bed.

“They seem to play well together.” He offers, nodding to the two boys who are up way beyond their bedtime now. My soft smile spreads over my lips, the notion that they would generally be natural born enemies not lost on me.

“I am glad they do.” I admit.

“In truth, I was worried the twins might be considered strange or avoided for their unique powers, if they both have them.”

I sigh, a small frown on my lips. “That is something I have thought about with Tiago, too. His kind, both his kind, have wreaked havoc on the supernatural world. He was meant to be the ultimate weapon against everyone.”

Merikh surprises me by chuckling before nodding in agreement.

“The thought has crossed my mind, too. But then I remind myself that Colette came from a home with little love aside from her early years and she turned out just fine.” He says.

“Yes, but sirens are a more peaceful race,” I remind him, looking at my dark-haired, sweet boy who chose me to be his mother.

“Dragons are peaceful. They had been for many, many generations. It was their king’s desire for love that led to all of this. Perhaps the right kind of love is what is needed to help guide him in the right direction.” Merikh says, his brow raised in surprise by my candid comment.

I press my hand to my temple, allowing my eyes to fall closed for a moment before I frown and open them again.

“His mother was a creature of chaos.” I remind him and he exhales, sitting back in his chair, his eyes trained on Dylan and Tiago.

“The best we can do for now is hope that the dragon has won out over the Phoenix in him.”

The door opens behind me and I spin to see Colette enter and hold the door open, revealing Hayes hobbling his way in with modified crutches. My eyes widen as I jump up, rushing over to help, but before I have the chance, Tiago rushes over and throws himself into his good leg.

My chest seizes as I watch the look on Hayes’ face go from surprise to utter adoration as he releases his hand from the crutch and ruffles Tiago’s hair. I can feel my lip quivering witnessing the sweet exchange and I capture it between my teeth, forcing it to steady. I will not cry over this sweet moment, instead, I will lock it away forever in my heart.

“Hey there, my little spitfire. What are you up to?” He asks him and Tiago grabs his hand, trying to drag him over to Dylan. “Whoa, whoa, hold on. How about I follow you? Okay?”

Tiago agrees as he rushes to Dylan, who grins, holding up his car for his Uncle Hayes to see. He shoots me a wink as my heart pounds in my chest just seeing him up and moving. What I want to do is rush over to him and hug him, holding him tight. Instead, I move over to him, intercepting him right before he gets to the boys, and he grins down at me.

“Oh, you are here too?” He teases and I lick my teeth in feign annoyance.

“Did you think you could just walk in here and not give me a kiss?” I ask, my hands finding my hips as I toss a little sass at him. He arches a brow and leans forward. He removes his hand again and wraps it around my back, tugging me close to him.

“I was hoping you would be just as needy as me,” He whispers before he presses his lips to mine with the most impeccable softness before he pulls back. “Any more than that and I won’t be able to be in public for a while.”

“Hmm, well, we can always fix that later now that I know you are able to put some work in.” I take a step back, then reach out to his arm that is wrapped in leather bands and attached to the crutch above, where he lost his hand. “Does this not irritate it?”

He shrugs. “Not really. The more weight bearing strap is up on my bicep so it doesn’t tug on the sensitive skin.”

“Hess…” Dylan calls impatiently before I gently rub his arm and step to the side.

“I’m coming,” he rushes out, lowering himself into a chair next to the kids.

“Are you supposed to be up and moving?” Merikh asks, frowning down at his brother.

“Was I supposed to get a doctor’s note to wander the halls?” Hayes asks, and Merikh chuckles.

“Oh great, feeling well enough to have adopted your mate’s attitude.” He mutters, and I gawk at him.

“Excuse me?” I say and Colette laughs.

“I am so excited to have you back, Hayes, and to get to know you, Kyra.” She says, then she looks at the boys and grins. “I have a feeling poor Harmony is in for a lot of pranks from these two.”