Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 68

“It’s not that simple.” Elm says, sitting forward. “She is my queen, their queen. I can not simple declare she is not bt for the role and rai her out”

“Why not?” I ask, baffled that her actions aren’t enough for her to be completely cut off by her kind. “She has chosen a war on the opposite side of your people.”

“Because there are laws and stipulations to think about,” He says, growing more irate by the second.

“You can bypass all of those, Elm Hyacinth says, a bored frown on her lips. He snaps his eyes in her direction, anger simmering there. She places her hands on her hips, readying herself for any verbal assault be flings her way.

“You are second guessing your side, Merikh whispers. Elm looks away, clearing his throat before he rubs his temple.

“No, no, that’s not i…” He says after a pregnant pause that has my heart pounding and my mind swirling.

Is he changing his mind? Does he love his traitorous queen so much that he would rather reposition himself and his kind against us in this war? I move toward him, my eyes trained on his face, trying to determine if I can trust a thing he says now. After that hesitation, the way he is refusing to inform his community about what has happened and how she is evil.

“Then explain it, Elm.” I say firmly, stopping in front of him.

“Love is not something Fae look for or really care about in relationships. But I love her. Still, after all of this, I want my Lily back. I want to know what made her do it, what was promised. Without her title, she is no longer protected. If I declare her a traitor now, there will be no answers as Fae kill on sight for sins of betrayal. He says, his eyes watery but no tears fall.

“She did it because she is a selfish bitch who has always only cared about herself. She saw the opportunity to get what she wants, and she is taking it,” Hyacinth scoffs as she rolls her eyes. “You are the only fool that didn’t see her for what she is.”

“Everyone leave,” I say, a wave of exhaustion rising above my head, drowning me in irritability and the need to just sleep this nightmare off. All this shit, the feelings Elm is feeling for his mate, who turns out to be just like my ex. It’s sickening. It brings up a past “me” that I hated. One who was a slave to someone who wished to only use me.

“You have always disliked her, I know that, but the people accepted her. The Fae have always loved her and treated her well.” Elm says. clearly not hearing me.

“You loved a version of her no one else knew, because she was faking it for you.” I groan, moving on the bed.

“How do you know that?” He asks, snorting like I’m the dumb one in the conversation. Clearly, he is not seeing things with an open

mind.

used you for access to the

him.

do you know who can possess

else in our kingdom has the time and is always traveling for peace?” Hyacinth asks.

way to the door. He doesn’t pause as he flings it open and exits the

Colette whistles. Hyacinth sighs heavily and

on impact from the magical fire are something I can heal, as it is untouched underneath the top

me

to come and

to hurt before

soft throbbing in my muscles grows more intense, like a weight pressing into me. My chest grows tight, and nay breathing more labored as I close my

air with rase, and my muscles no longer tense and aching. I look at Colette who watches me

over her perfect·lips.

Chapter of

“Your bruising seems like it was a little more than that. But you should heal

tell her sincerely, and she steps around

“The pleasure

into a hug, a tear on her cheek as she whispers thank you over and over. Hyacinth only chuckles at her, pulling away from the hug with a

so glad you didn’t kill me in the woods now?” she

“Very much.”

through a terrible heartache.” She gives a

her.

feel?” Colette

I tell her, though it’s not the complete truth, but maybe she will stop

and I lift my arm, beckoning her to me. She snuggles up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. We say nothing, just enjoying each other’s company before I can feel the shift in the room,

I ask her

asks, and it feels like the world stops spinning on its axis, violently spiraling

hell do you mean by “you?” I ask. “Do you mean

not to mention it. Colette doesn’t have the option to go with him. She is mine, and she belongs at my side. She knows this, so why the