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 genuinely

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

wonderful.” He

wonderful at fucking

sit and blink at him. Clearly, this fae does not know that his beloved queen is working with the assholes who have them caged like a damn

hisses, and Trina yanks

up and leave

that about

1/3

the area where I can see her. Her hair is matted on one side, dirt smeared over her

licking her lips and

like she is lying about not being a

and

echoing off the walls and vibrating deep into 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 she was still alive,

should be dead, unless they

the oil out again,” Trina whispers to Lenard. “She is going to

week of this place smelling

her to reemerge, but I am met with another terror

kill her…” I whisper and

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

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

us what you are and maybe we will tell

knowing what everyone else now knows a

and I don’t feel entirely confident he will

answer, anyway.

and they both blink at me before barking out a laugh.

says, looking up at Lenard, who has grown

thought you said you were a Luna?” He asks after a moment of

and werewolves.” I say and he blinks before he turns

I said.” He grits out. “Right now…I just need a minute.”

him, whispering along the

lying. Lenard.” She whispers. “Elle’s name is Melody.