Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

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Chapter 79

“It won’t work.” A tired voice says from beyond the bars next to me. I stop, holding my dirty shirt close, my excitement waning and taking with it the endorphins blocking my pain.

“Why won’t it work?” I ask, half heartedly believing it now.

They take everything. They do a sweep each day, and they take anything that is not clothing on us.” She whispers. “And they know what you are now, so they may not even bring you water to drink.”

“Shit.” I mutter, pressing my back against the rocky wall and sliding down, hugging my shirt like it is my favorite childhood stuffed animal. This is not how I go out without a stand and as weak as I was when Merikh found me. I have finally found my strength, a life I want to fight for so damn it, I will figure out a way out. I have to.

“It would be a lie to say things will be alright,” Elle says, moving closer to the bar. I slide my eyes to look at her, my heart breaking at her appearance. This isn’t how I wanted to find my mother. I wanted to blaze in and save her. Drag her from this hellhole and nurture her back to health.

“They can’t be all that bad if I’ve finally found you.” I whisper, and she furrows her brows in doubt.

“I’m not who you think I am,” she whispers.

“So you aren’t Caspian’s mate? The king of the sirens?” I ask her, and she blinks at me before looking around. She moves closer, her hands resting on the silver bars but having no reaction to the metal that should burn her.

Are you one of them?” She whispers.

“One of who?” I ask, confused.

“The fae that they used in the past to trick me.” She pushes off the bar, using her arms to drag herself away from me. Her legs are limp as she puts distance between us from the bars. “You aren’t the first attempt to make me think you are my daughter. But I know she is dead, so I won’t fall for your tricks.”

“You left me in a bog and told me someone would be there for me soon.” I tell her. “For years I thought you were dead, and I had no idea who I was, what I was. A slave in my alpha’s house where his daughter made my every day a living hell.”

She covers her ears as she whimpers.

“No, no, no!” she hisses. “My brother would never do that…he…”

She pauses, looking at me with a spark in her eyes.

“What is my niece’s name?” She asks like she is testing me, and I snort.

“Leslie.” I say with ease, “And your brother’s name is Alpha Bentley. Though I didn’t know I was related to them until after The Lycan King took me as his mate.”

“He took you?” She whispers, confused.

“More like he traded for me.”

up and looking

if he could have me. War if Alpha Bentley refused.”

traded you to the Lycan King?” she repeats the words like she can’t believe them. “He was

to myself, tears springing in the corners of my eyes. Damn, how I miss Merikh’s stubborn alpha

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ways.

him…” Melody asks, confused.

muscles, and

I hear the soft sound of sobbing. Melody covers her face, her body rocking with heaving sobs before she looks up and drags her broken

She whispers, a fleeting shimmer of hope in her eyes.

me, mom.” I whisper, and she slaps

heavens.” She says in a shaky voice before she crumples and

to do as I reach through the bars, my bare arms burning on contact with the silver, but

I pull it from her face,

small

asks. I don’t bother to look at her. How can I when I’m finally laying eyes on my mom for the first time in over ten

“I am.”

wince as I slowly extract my arm from the bars and inch myself back to the wall, being careful not to bump my

hums a little

I can’t bear to see them hurt her any more than she is already

fucking touch her,” I roar at him, throwing myself at the bars, trying

reach the stubbly old man. He turns slowly, his eyes scanning me with curiosity before he rolls his eyes and begins

song form, in tune with

a soft smile. “Well, as best

sad gazes away. They look far better off than my mother. Hell, they look like they have hardly had a whipping

you next,” Trina

not.” I

job is to heal you so you can handle more punishment later.” Lenard explains, sorrow on his face. The way these two have gone somber makes me unsettled and

give them what they want,” He

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it, they will punish you for