Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

 

Chapter 93 

*Colette 

The door flings open, Prince Teiran giving me a quick glance before he steps aside and the king saunters in. I watch him with interest, gauging his gait and the way he seems to lumber, like his body is far too heavy for him now. 

He looks older in the light, his wrinkles deep and his hair unmanaged and unruly. Teiran watches his father for a moment with a small frown and a look of longing for better days. 

“Your highness,” I say clearly, bowing my head in respect. I have no idea if this is protocol or not, but in our world we show respect to alphas, so I suppose this will have to do. 

He chuckles, deep and sarcastic, as I look up and see him shaking his head. He doesn’t speak, instead he looks past me toward the window, crossing toward it and gazing outside. 

“Rumor has it you are not the spy I thought you were,” He says finally, his voice sounding strong and resolute. 

“I am not a spy, that is correct.” I respond, growing bold as I take a step in his direction. 

“You are instead far more dangerous than any spy or enemy.” He growls, whipping around, his eyes narrowed and yellow as he zeros in on me. I don’t back down as he moves closer, instead I roll my shoulders and remain where I am. What more can they do, torture me? They’ve already done it for days. 

“Dangerous to my enemies, but enemies are only made by actions.” I say, matching his intense gaze. “Do you really wish to become an enemy of mine?” 

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“Darious,” I hear a worried voice break through the room and turn to see Giselle rushing through the door. “Darling, what are you doing in here with this filth?” 

“I wish to speak with her, my love.” He says his eyes grow soft as he reaches out for Giselle. She takes his hand and snuggles into his chest, looking up at him with the fakest smile. Her hand reaches out, cupping his cheek as he seems to melt into her touch, a heavy sigh leaving his chest in a rumble. 

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“Oh, you stubborn man, I told you to let me handle these things. You need your rest, come let me walk you back to our room. Let me tire you out in a better way than this,” she teases coyly, and he grins, leaning down and rubbing his nose to hers. 

I swear bile rises in my throat as I watch the exchange in awe and slide a glance over to Teiran, who is refusing to look his hand over his abdomen like he feels the same way. It is abundantly clear that Giselle has his balls in a vice grip, and the king follows along with her every command. 

“King Darious, we still have things to discuss…” I say with a small clearing of my throat. He seems to snap out of his little love bubble, shaking his head before he looks down at Giselle and takes a step back. 

“Head to the room, dear. Your king has something to attend to right now.” He tells her. Giselle fumbles for words as she frantically reaches for his hand, dragging it to her chest where her heart is. 

“I can not wait, not if you want an heir.” She whispers, her cheeks blushing, but I know it’s fake as she tosses a glare toward me, her lips twitching in 

annoyance. 

“I will be right behind you, Giselle.” He says, a smirk overtaking his lips. “In more than one way.” He flirts with her suggestively before spinning her around and slapping her behind with a feral grunt. 

I find I can no longer watch their exchange, as it makes me uncomfortable and only makes me more frustrated. I am still stuck here. It doesn’t matter that they are fake. 

I should be the one touching my mate and holding him. Little sexual innuendos and making people sick when they see us. Not his bitch who is trying to destroy everything she disagrees with for the sake of a good time. 

“Now, what is your name again? Cassandra?” He asks, turning to me as I look and catch Giselle scowling at Teiran, who holds a stoic face. 

“I am Colette, queen of the werewolves and lycans.” I remind him. 

“And part Fishman.” He clarifies, and I lick my teeth to keep from snapping at him. 

“Yes, I am a hybrid. I am both werewolf and siren.” I say matter fact. 

“And what skills do you plan to use to kill our kind?” he asks, arching a brow. 

I scoff and shake my head. 

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Chapter 93 

“I have no desire to kill anyone.” I say before biting my inner check and changing my mind. “Well, I have no desire to kill any dragons.” I amend my statement and he hums in thought. 

“Father, she only found out recently she is hybrid-“Teiran says before Darious growls and shoots him a glare. 

“I have no son.” he hisses at him, “You will do well to remember that before I have you executed for your trickery.” 

“Sorry, King Darious.” He says, dropping his head in shame. 

“I do not care when you discover what you are. What I care about is your existence being a threat.” He says, moving over to me. His harsh gaze inspects me from head to toe. “You don’t look like much. But then again, I have faced many foes who looked useless.” 

“I know you have.” I say, glaring at him. “You are in the grips of one now.” 

He freezes, confliction in his eyes as he furrows his brows. It is clear as day, the fighting in his mind for reality, what he knows and what his body is allowed to act on. 

Darious is obviously being controlled by whatever means they have to control him. I know my words make it through to him, but his hands wrap around my neck, lifting me from the ground. 

My throat constricts painfully as I gasp, my hand clasping over his calloused and heated skin. It’s when he brings his face closer that I can see the hint of red in his yellow iris, not like the wolves or the others controlled by lily, but in a soft ring outside his pupil and just a shadowing on the outside of the iris. They can’t achieve full control of him for some reason. 

“Watch what you say,” he grits out, his hand growing warmer with every second. 

I can feel my skin burning, the pain excruciating as I try to breathe, and tears dot my eyes. 

“King Darious.” Teiran says, stepping up next to him. “This is not the way. What if she has information we need?” 

He throws me into the wall, my head slamming into the picture above the bed as I drop and bounce. Glass rains down on me as I gasp and groan in pain, unable to touch my searing neck as I try to keep from crying. 

I hear running water and without a second thought, cold water encases my neck, wrapping around it like a gentle bandage as I sob out a cry of relief. When I look again, Darious is gone and Teiran is pulling the door closed behind him with a nod of his head, letting me know he is the one who turned the water on for me. 

He is only gone for a few moments before he enters again, pacing the room with his hands in his hair. I try to speak to him, but my throat is too sore as I try to clear it. Teiran looks at me before he moves over to the bed, reaching out as he helps pull me from the glass and guide me to the edge. 

“I need to get you out of here tonight. Giselle is letting him know too much. He wants you dead, the threat neutralized. Giselle wants you for other reasons, but his dragon is taking over here and he is certain you need to die tonight by fire.” 

“The others should be where you said they should go soon.” I croak, and he nods. 

“Good.” He says, “I guess it’s time to plan.” 

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