Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 75

“Where did they take her?” I ask the others in the cells around me. Not a single one of them answers. “What, now you to be quiet?”

“What are you?” Someone says, stepping into the light.

“What was he?” I ask instead of answering him.

“You tell us first,” He says back, sounding more harsh in his tone. His eyes focus on me, a full on scowl on his face.

decide

“Lenard, stop.” The other hisses, grabbing onto his arm, but he shoves them off. “If you talk to her, we could get punished like Elle.”

“Back off. We have a right to know what she is, Trina. I mean, we both saw what she just did, right? She can manipulate water without magic.” He says before looking right at me. “So are you a siren, then?” Lenard asks, titling his head, curious.

I walk to the back wall, leaning against it with a defeated sigh.

“I am a Luna.” I whisper.

“But you used water, and sirens don’t have Luna’s. They have queens. I don’t understand…”

“Join the club,” I mutter, sliding down to the ground.

The cool brick makes me shiver and I welcome it, my face still warm from the man I assume is a dragon using his fucking fire to dissipate my attempt to escape him.

“You turned that water into a freaking harpoon and tried to kill him!” Lenard growls at me. “Magic can’t work in here. They have something that prevents its use, and with the silver bars, werewolves can’t transform, so you can’t be a witch or a werewolf.”

I chuckle dryly.

“I could be a fae. Who the fuck knows what those assholes can do? Other than get in your head and mess with it and control everyone they want.”

“You are not a Fae, because I am,” He says flatly. “And Fae are not all the same. Our powers vary and only the truly powerful have those abilities. The royals gain their strength from our people.”

“Oh, I am aware.” I snort. “I met your Queen Lily.”

He seems

she’s a fucking bitch.” I mutter and he scoffs.

is wonderful.” He corrects

is wonderful at fucking people

in his eyes as I just sit and blink at him. Clearly, this fae does not know that his beloved queen

liar,” he hisses, and Trina

and leave her

there and let her say that about our queen? This bitch siren is

1/3

they both freeze, Trina coming into the area where I can see her. Her hair is matted on one side, dirt smeared over her left brow and

licking her lips

is lying. Just like she is lying about

and just.” I

my chest. Panic and fear settle in my bones as I swallow the lump in my throat. Is she really my mother? The one they are torturing? Giselle said

be dead, unless they still need something

whispers to Lenard. “She is going to be

annoyed. “Great. A week of this place smelling like fucking vomit

to reemerge, but I am met with another terror inducing cry. She sounds so broken, almost hollow as her cries of agony echo around us, magnifying flutter

going to kill her…” I whisper and Trina exhales.

she has been here longer than we have. They think she still knows something.”

shrugs, and I look at Lenard, who crosses his skinny arms over his

will

how does them knowing what everyone else now knows a bad thing? “But I want all my questions answered.”

shrugs and I don’t feel entirely confident he will answer my questions, but in

answer, anyway.

and they both blink at me before barking out a laugh. “My father is King Caspian of

Trina says, looking up at Lenard, who

Luna?” He asks after

of the lycans and werewolves.” I say and he blinks before he turns on his heel and walks away. “Wait,

what I said.” He grits out. “Right now…I

follows him, whispering along the

whispers. “Elle’s name is Melody. She wasn’t making