Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 67

“Merikh

Elm’s words ring in my ears. The severity of what is unraveling before us is astounding. How the hell we all missed it, how I dismissed the signs and blamed someone else for the red–eyed wolves? It was so easy for them to use my blatant hatred for Johannes and the vampires against me.

Giselle, the person who has been on the council for many years longer than I have, isn’t the species she said she was? Then what the is she? Species can sense their own kind, so we would all have known if she was one of us. How could she get away with this for so long! How could not a single person know!

“This is a joke. It has to be.” I say, looking between Elm and the woman he claims is his sister, hoping they tell me it is. Elm averts his eyes and clears his throat. “Are you serious right now? How the hell does something like this even happen? Someone can just pretend to be a species?”

“You didn’t notice anything off about her or her scent.” He asks me like I am the one who is at fault. I scoff, shaking my head.

“I have only ever met her as a dragon representative. It is how she was introduced to me. Lycans and wolves use our scent to determine species and if she has been the only so–called dragon I have met, then how the am I supposed to know it is wrong?” I snap at him. Elm places his hands on his head, breathing deeply.

“None of this matters right now,” Colette says softly, touching my arm as she pulls me toward her.

“It most certainly matters.” I scoff, looking down at her. She shakes her head. “What could be more important?”

“What matters right now, at this moment, is getting you better.” She says, a command in her eyes that only adds to the burning irritation in my gut.

“My injuries are nothing in the face of everything happening. At this point, we should head back to our pack and heal there, where we are safer.” I tell her. Colette ignores me as she turns away and moves toward Elm’s sister.

“You said you can’t heal his injury. Are you completely sure?” She asks, sounding desperate. “There is absolutely nothing you can do?”

Hyacinth frowns and looks at me

“Would you mind letting me look once more?” She asks, and I chuckle dryly. This is such a crock of shit, these empty promises of getting fixed when my lycan is already working overtime to do just that.

all three of them. “You have already established there is nothing to do with magical injuries like this. What is the point of trying

try. I just want to be sure there is nothing I can offer to help.” She

with her big puppy eyes, and I groan in frustration. What I want is to rest, with my mate actually staying by my

again turning my

side table, sitting on it with my hands gripping the sides to her waist. She places her hands on my shoulders, those addictive and familiar sparks drawing out a

I poke and prod around your injury” Hyacinth says, her

spine as

me look at her. Her all seeing brown eyes meet mine and she frowns before pressing her

you okay?” She

unload on her how I really am.

in pain and murderous and…well..I’m very

wants to steal her away. There is an unknown species who took

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actually. And there are random people coming and going in a

of our allies, who I am not even sure we can trust, we are sitting and waiting for

Colette whispers, and

honestly. She can’t know what I am feeling. I already look like a weak asshole in my current state. I don’t

spine as my whole body shivers and

whispers, sounding distracted.

says, his voice

leaving her hands on my face as she makes me look at her, my breathing

her?” Elm asks, and she stops what she is doing at my back.

She then taps my shoulder, leaning forward so I can see her. “Take a seat