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.

a whole slew of them. Take it from one betrayed king to another. She used you for access to

him.

you know who can possess an entire pack at

our kingdom has the time and is always traveling for peace?”

makes his way to the door. He doesn’t pause as he flings it open and exits the room, leaving Colette and Hyacinth here with me.

whistles. Hyacinth sighs heavily and then turns to look at

fire are something I can heal, as it is untouched underneath the top of the

me

relief through the mate bond and I put my hand out for her to come and stand by me. She moves to me hesitation, taking my cool

going to hurt before it

more labored as I close my eyes and grit my

lungs filling with air with rase, and my muscles no longer

over her

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tired. “Your bruising seems like it was a little more than that. But you should heal much faster with your

I tell her sincerely, and she

“The pleasure

is all mine, Alpha King.” She gives me a small bow before Colette yanks her 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 soft

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

“Very much.”

help through a terrible heartache.” She gives a tightlipped

her.

does it feel?”

and ribcage.” I tell her, though it’s not the complete truth, but maybe she will stop babying me and stay with

to me. She snuggles up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. We

ask

the world stops spinning

by “you?” I ask. “Do you mean we?”

I scoff, wanting to punch Caspian for speaking to her about this after I told him 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