Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons

“I apologize that my looks disgust you, Kyra. But this is not up for debate. Sit your ass down and try not to vomit when I put my hands on you.” She stares at me, wide eyes before she swallows roughly and glances at Dean who puts his hands up and walks away, shooting me…

I wrestle with the thought of keeping Kyra along with us, hating it. But then I think about her alone in these woods, like she had been, and blazing anger comes flowing through my veins. No, as mult I hate to admit it, I want Kyra Safe. And out here, the safest place is with…

I shake the painful memory, pushing it to the back This is not the same. I am not following him to profess my love. I am following him to demand an apology for leaving me to die out of his incredible hatred for me. As approach him now, over eight years later, I prepare myself…

My body flutters in surprise and heat as I feign annoyance and let my eyes roll again. “I welcome you to try, Hayes. As you can see, I am not the same weak love struck girl you remember.” *Hayes* It doesn’t matter how good Nisha’s food usually tastes, this time it lacks flavor. Or maybe…

“I’ll go talk with her.” Marcos sighs, turning right back around to follow her. I stand, stepping in front of him, looking at where Kyra still strides away from us. “No, I will go.” I assure him, and he frowns. “Honestly, it’s probably best if it’s Marcos who goes, Hayes.” Dean offers gently. “He is…

“No, trust me. This one is different,” he mutters. I say nothing, honestly unsure of what to say now that Hayes is in my thoughts, confusing me and angering me all without being around. Marcos stands awkwardly for a moment before he huffs out a sigh. “Well, if you are sure you are okay out…

“I noticed.” He whispers. “When?” I ask. This time my voice is softer as I try to keep from breaking. That day, thought him telling me be would never love me, then ignoring me broke my heart. But knowing he didn’t even realize I had left until days after I was gone is sout crushing….

“I agree with Koda,” Nisha chimes in. “If we are finally on his tail, we need to keep moving, catch up to him. We could end this within a week.” “The rest of you travel southeast. Kyra, I want to speak with you alone.” I say, commanding her attention. My anger quells under her curious…

Then I spin on my toes and walk toward the front of the group. I catch up to Nisha, sliding up on her right side as she looks amused by my presence. Neither of us speaks. Why would we when there isn’t much to say? It is obvious she hates me and looks down on…

“Please,” I try to whisper, but my voice breaks. I can feel him move, a slight cool breeze coming between where his chin was pressed into my hair, but I can’t bring myself to look. I am wrapped in his scent, in the dream of what could be if only we weren’t so broken. “Please…