Traded To The Lycan King



Teiran's hands grip my shoulder with bruising force as he tears me away, tossing me across the room with a thud. A sense of giddiness rises in my chest as I jump up, feeling no pain, only a sense of excitement as I grin at him, wiping the drops of her blood from my lips. Kyra's chest heaves up and down, a red raging mark on her neck as she presses her head against the wall, gasping for air.

She looks fucking glorious as the bond surges through her, my feelings overwhelming her senses as I flood them through the one sided bond I have just created. Kyra is the only thing in my sights as I take two steps in her direction before Teiran inserts his annoyingly large body between us.

"Are you fucking insane?" Teiran asks, fire in his eyes as he glares at me.

A chuckle falls from my lips as I meet Kyra's hazy eyes, watching the way she seems to watch me in surprise, but there is no anger there. Instead, it is almost as if she looks relieved, as if she realizes that I have chosen her over everything and everyone.

"Yes." I answer Teiran, swinging my head to look at him. He stomps closer, stopping only inches from me, his jaw clenching before he grinds his teeth together. "Kyra is mine, Teiran. She always has been, and now, now she always will be,"

"She can always sever the tie." He scoffs and I lean to the side, looking around him at her.

A smirk plays across my lips as I tilt my head, looking at him again.

"I don't think you are in the position to make demands of her." I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest. "You have used my mate long enough, held her captive all because of her tender heart."novelbin

"There is more here than what you are seeing, you fool," Teiran hisses at me.

"Then I suppose I should have been informed before," I shrug, like his problems are no matter to me, because truthfully, they aren't. Teiran's problems are his and his kinds issue. I have what I came here for and I fully intend on going everywhere with her. Even if it is to his kingdom.

Voices holler in the hallway, pounding footsteps not far behind as warriors come looking for the source of all the noise. Teiran curses under his breath pacing over to Kyra who pushes off of the wall, her hand covering my mark as if she is ashamed of it and my anger rises, my lip curling in distaste. "Hayes," she pleads, licking her lips as she looks toward the door, her voice filled with agony, "You have no idea what you just did." The door slams open, Merikh shoving into the room, his eyes wide before he furrows his brows and looks around the room, confused. "What the hell is going on? Why is there blood on your face?" He asks, moving over to me first.

"He marked Kyra." Teiran grits out, his eyes glowing like a flame for a moment before he squeezes them shut and shakes his anger away. "Fuck," Merikh groans, throwing his head back, his hand dragging over his mouth.

"She will sever the bond." Teiran says as if Kyra will do it. The way her mouth falls open and her body shakes is all the proof I need to know she is not in agreement..

"I would like to speak with my mate." I announce, everyone in the room looking at me as if I have gone crazy. "What is the worst that could happen? I mark her? That's already been done."

"I refuse to leave you alone with her again," Teiran says, giving me a head tilt as if trying to challenge me.

"Then you can stay," I shrug.

"I'm not going anywhere, Hayes. It is obvious you have lost your damn mind." Merikh says, his hands finding his hips.

I nod in agreement. It is very likely I have lost my mind. But in my defense, I don't feel completely in control of it or my body. One minute I have a sound plan and the next the all-consuming need to just drag her away and leave everyone else to burn takes over.

Kyra watches me with unyielding sorrow, each second tearing my soul to shreds as I reach out to her. She stands firm, confident as I slip my hand up her check, cupping her face. Sparks explode with such intensity that I close my eyes and force myself to count to ten before I look at her again.

“I should have asked.” I whisper, and she whimpers, reaching up and resting her palm over my hand on her face. She gently removes my touch, turning her head slightly as she kisses the palm of my hand, making my heart stutter a beat

"Hayes, I would have said yes." She breathes the words, her voice breaking.

"Kyra." Teiran growls out, his voice a demanding rumble, but I force her eyes to stay on me.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, unable to look away from her as I watch her eyes change from agony to confusion and settling on a stunning look of determination.

"After the stunt you just pulled?" She scoffs, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

"I was only thinking of you." I tell her softly and she lets out a heavy sigh.

"That is the problem. I need to know you will think of yourself as well."

"Kyra, now is not the time for banter," I say with a smile. There will never be a time where I don't find her little bantering cute, even if it is wasting precious time.

"Fine." She frowns. "Yes, I trust you."

“Good. Go back to your room and get cleaned up. As much as I hate to say it, find something to cover my mark for the ceremony." I instruct her and her face falls, her skiing growing pale as she searches my face.

"W-what?" she stutters her words and I lean forward, pressing my forehead to hers.

"This is the part where you trust in

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me. I have made you mine, and I will kill anyone who touches you in any manner that only I am allowed to. I say, my voice carrying through the room to make sure that Merikh and Teiran understand me fully.

She nods slightly, her breath shaking as she tilts her chin up and presses a soft kiss to my lips, leaving me breathless. Then she excuses herself from our little bubble, leaving me with the two raging beasts to explain the plan that is formulating in my head.

"So, there is to be a ceremony?" Teiran asks, a brow arched in curiosity.

"Yes." I nod, moving over to Merikh who looks like if he clenches his jaw any harder, his teeth will grind to dust.

"Brother,"

"Oh, now you are going to brother me?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes.

"I need you to back me up." I tell him and he exhales through his nose, his eyes casting to the ground as he shakes his head slowly.

"Damn it, Hayes," he growls out before he licks his lips and glares at me. "I need a little more than that, brother."

I grin at how he uses the word 'brother' like it may be an insult, but I realize I can't blame him. Things have been sour with us until the few days ago I arrived and felt more myself than I had when I first met Leandra.

"We are going to kill the Dragon King when he throws a fit at the ceremony." I shrug, looking at Teiran, waiting for him to protest, but instead he chuckles and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"You won't last a minute against him, Hayes." He sighs. "I can admit you are an admirable fighter, but you versus the dragon king? Your victory isn't just unlikely, it's impossible."

I snort a laugh.

"I'm not sure when you heard me use the term 'I' here, Teiran. I said 'we'."

His brows pull together in thought, and then he tuts.

"I do suppose my plan to kill him on my own will likely be much more difficult. Perhaps making this a team effort will be for the best. Us three versus him."

I shake my head and roll my eyes.

“There is no way in hell I will leave it to chance. Flora has volunteered to help, and Colette will refuse to be left out of this as well."

Merikh growls at the mention of his mate's name and I scowl at him.

"Let's not pretend Luna is still the same weak woman she was when you whisked her away, Merikh. She is powerful beyond many sirens and werewolf's capabilities. She will be able to protect us and keep herself safe at the same time."

"I know just how strong she is." He bites out. "Doesn't mean I have to like the plan that involves the mother of my children in harm's way."

"I am sure she would say she feels the same way about you." I remind him and he grunts, looking away.

"You two can argue about that later, but I feel I need to have an idea of what is coming for the ceremony I need to be the center of," Teiran interjects. "Chaos," I grin, tilting my head. "Lots of chaos."