Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

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Chapter 54

I hold Colette’s hand as we stop outside the double doors leading to the meeting room, I can feel her nerves through the mate bond, the fear she has for whatever is on the other side of the thick oak door. If things go like I think they will, she is about to be exposed, but hopefully that will come after we are back on the council.

“Are you ready for this?” I whisper, and she nods, biting her lip. I reach out, my hand at the nape of her neck as I pull her close, kissing the top of her head. Then I pull away, meeting her eyes as she looks up at me.

“I’m a little nervous.” She admits,

“There is no need to feel nervous, my little luna. Even if things don’t go how we hope, we will figure out another way to keep you and all of our kind safe.” I promise her. A small smile plays across her delicate lips.

“I trust you,” she whispers, and I feel my heart stutter. She trusts me. My hand reaches out, cupping her cheek as I stroke my thumb over her soft skin.

“And I trust you.” I tell her, forcing every ounce of that sincerity through the mate bond so she can feel it. Since Lauren, I have trusted very few people. Only those I have known for years and the one I trusted the most shares my blood. But this is different. Colette has done nothing but prove herself when she never should have had to.

I trust her. With my pack, my life, with my heart.

She smiles softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to my lips before she turns and pushes the door open.

Caspian sits at the head table. Pouring himself a glass of water. Florence and Johannes bicker in the corner, and Brent sits looking exhausted next to Elm. I notice two empty seats, watching them closely as I look at Elm, who gives me a courteous nod.

“Why are you two here?” Johannes scoffs, finally taking notice of our presence with a sneer on his face.

“I have invited them to sit in on this meeting, as it is important for their kind and their future,” Caspian says, sounding bored.

“Can we start then?” Florence whines. “This is so much earlier than our usual meetings, and I would like to head back to bed”

“Not everyone is here,” Elm reminds her and she rolls her eyes.

“My best guess is Giselle went back to her cave of riches and Joffrey is the flightiest Fairy there is, so he probably-”

thin fairy says, sounding amused. “If you haven’t noticed, Florence, I have had business to attend to for the majority of this month long session, but

filled with lust as she licks her lips. Then she slides a glance to Colette,

Giselle?” Caspian asks and no one answers, all

the dragons, never

without a word. Caspian looks around once more before sitting forward, resting his elbows

“Before we proceed, we have a vote to make and where I once was convinced this would be a

change their minds?” Giselle

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with authority. Giselle chuckles dryly and Johannes scoffs as I look around, assessing the others, searching for any

sliding an annoyed glance to Colette. “Did the lycan’s pretty luna woo you? A few nights with the luna and

through my chest at the insinuation

allow my mate to be used in such a way,” I grit through my teeth, Colette clutching to my hand as she

to showcase with his words, and I also know I shouldn’t be playing into it. But I will be d

eyes snap to him as he silently “This is a

reinstate.” Elm says, speaking loudly to command the attention to him. He looks at Colette, who gives

settling into his seat,

vote against it as

meet mine, I find a challenge there just before she looks at her fairy neighbor expectantly. Joffrey clears his throat, looking around the room and then he trains his gaze on Colette as if he is trying to get a read on who she is and what she stands for. Then he clears

Joffrey says, leaning back in his chair. “But not this time.

Brent says, making

say?” Giselle asks,

her a confused, lifted brow before he crosses his arms

at me, tossing a wink my way before Johannes shoots me a victorious smirk. Florence stands, making a

I hold my tongue and fight my lycans’ urge to rip her hands from her arm as she slides a

my own bubbling in my chest, causing a stabbing pain in my side. If she votes no, there will be war over Colette’s existence, that is, if the person we are

her way silently to her seat. “I vote…in