Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 148
Novelread “So, where exactly are we headed first?” I ask the group as they move in silence in front of me. Nisha groans in annoyance, picking up her pace, Koda following…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 147
*Kyra*I wander in a circle around the perimeter of the camp, my eyes open and ears on high alert, looking for trouble. More like asking for trouble. What I really…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 146
*Hayes*It doesn’t matter how good Nisha’s food usually tastes, this time it lacks flavor. Or maybe it’s lacking the privacy of not having everyone staring at me like. They sit…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 145
“I don’t know what to say,” I admit, his honesty catching me off guard. Since the second he laid eyes on me again, he has been nothing short of rude…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 144
*Kyra*”What the hell?” I mutter, rushing to my feet, slipping my arm back in the holes of my shirt before tugging it over my stomach with a wince. My shoulder…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 143
“What ya doing?” A voice asks from above me. I close my eyes and groan internally.”Trying to find silence.” I mutter.”Hmm, looks more like you are spying on Marcos, Hayes.”…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 142
*Hayes*I wait for Kyra to make her way over to the fire after changing her clothes, my feet kicking at a stone stuck in the dirt. It was a bad…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 141
“Shit, shit, shit,” I mutter to myself as I crash through the brambles. Thistles and thorns slice through my skin as if I were running through barbed wire. My hoodie…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 140
*Kyra*I can feel the weight of Hayes’ stare at my back. No matter how much I try to shake it off, it is steady, like a nagging or an itch…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 138
“Kyra, Alpha Merikh wants to see you,” Thatch says, leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping on his steaming cup of coffee. My puffy, unawake eyes glare at him as he…