Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 82

“What the fuck did you just say?” Hayes roars from behind me.

“That’s not possible.” I say plainly, refusing to fall into his emotional trap.

There will be no losing my temper, no allowing him to control how I respond with such heinous claims. Lauren is dead. Damn dead. I know this because we removed her damn head from her body.

“She is a hybrid. I don’t know what the hell she is capable of. She may be fucking immortal for all we know.” Johannes says, pacing a way with his hands in his hair.

He is disheveled, his eyes swirling red with hunger and his demeanor is frantic. I know he shouldn’t be here. Capsian said it himself the vampires have bowed out of this fight, choosing to run and hide.

Unless they did create a hybrid, one they can’t control and they want to escape the accusations and responsibilities that come from having created

one.

“Johannes, take a damn seat.” Caspian says in a threatening tone.

“There is no fucking time to sit and eat a fancy fucking meal, Fish man!” He roars. “Giselle and Lauren are working together, but they aren’t the ones in fucking charge.”

“It would be a lot easier to make a plan if we knew what the fuck was going on.” I snap at him, losing my temper.

Lauren, being alive, does nothing but piss me off. It’s not because of who she is or what she meant to me once. It’s jealousy that she is well and alive and my mate might not be. Colette has done nothing to deserve the shit thrust on her from all these bitches moving behind the scenes.

Johannes‘ eyes burn with fear and fury as he plops into a chair, lifting his arms in a show of inviting us to take a seat with him. He is being a dick, one who is coming to make a show of sharing information like he cares, but he wants something. He always wants something when he wants to be cooperative. It’s how vampires always are: selfish and needy.

“Explain how it is possible for Lauren to be a hybrid.” I say. “And alive. Because as far as I know, burning a vampire at the fucking stake or beheading them are effective ways to kill your kind.”

He sighs, leaning back in his chair as he glances up at the ceiling and then shakes his head.

“I knew you would kill her. There was no way you wouldn’t, so I bit her.” he says it’s as simple as that.

But it’s not. Werewolves and lycans can’t survi a vampire’s bite, not when they feed off of us. Not only that, if it did what it was supposed to, which is turn her into one of them, her mate’s bond with me would have been broken. That is something I would have unmistakably felt.

she was

that doesn’t make sense.” I bite out. “Our mate bond was intact

but there was no change in her like to be expected. It was a long shot, but…I loved her.” Johannes explains. “And until I went

of his tale. Not that I blame

truth here.” He says like he

Why the hell are you here, telling us all of this? Why wouldn’t you just side with Giselle and her

his throat and leans forward with a sardonic chuckle as he shakes his head. Then he looks up at me,

hybrid, now has a claim to my title and my throne. And as much as I cared for her, I don’t

out a chair across from him and take a seat. His eyes watch me with curiosity before I look over at Hayes, who seems to consider what Johannes says. He meets my gaze and nods, then he takes a seat next to me.

joining us because you are worried she will be better than you?” I

“I am the Vampire Heir. My parents are to finally hand me over their throne after hundreds of

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Chapter 82

shrug. “It is not enough for us to trust you, for us to believe you are on our side. I need

paces away. Then he groans in frustration and slams his fists on to the thick oak table. The wood creaks and a splintering

his voice dripping with honesty and contempt. The very thought is revolting to him and it’s noticeable.

him off more than me

He says like it’s not news

with the water from his glass as

be her mate.” He says. “But with the use of Fae Magic, she can possess anyone who is weak–minded enough.”

I growl low in my chest as a warning to him.

naïve in some regards but weak minded she is not.” I hiss at him and I see a flicker of amusement. So I lean forward, a twitch in my lip as my lycan resists flying across to throttle him. “Take another dig like that again, and

throws his hands up in

is a Phoenix, so she smells like fire,

she was a phoenix?” Caspian asks, sitting forward, the water sloshing back into

use fire, but it was different from a dragon’s fire. It was…less controlled and she should have been able to just fly away on her own, but she

“Merikh, I would like to speak with you for a

to follow. I look at Hayes, who has his eyes trained on our enemy turned temporary ally. He waves me off with a simple flick of his wrist.

pent up anger and he is looking