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.

from me leading up to her death or as she was dying. I experienced every excruciating second of it until it snapped and she

me vague information that doesn’t make sense.” I

It healed almost immediately, but there was no change in her like to be expected. It was

snorts and shakes his head, unbelieving of his tale. Not

says like he is offended, we

here, telling us all of this? Why wouldn’t you just side

away before he clears his throat and leans forward with a sardonic chuckle as he shakes his head. Then he looks up

means my position is at stake. Lauren, being a vampire hybrid, now has a claim to my title and my throne. And as much as I cared for her, I

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.

because you are worried she

to finally hand me

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Chapter 82

for us to believe you are on our side. I need more from you than a jealous streak and a fear

to the ground as he paces away. Then he groans in frustration and slams his fists on to the thick oak table. The wood creaks and a splintering races toward me, stopping just shy of the

dripping with honesty and contempt. The very thought is revolting to him and

telling us everything you know.” I say calmly, which I know only makes him angrier. Nothing pisses him off more

He says

with the water from his glass as it floats above his fingertips.

He says. “But with the use of Fae Magic, she can possess anyone who is

luna and I growl low in my chest as a

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

hands

target. She is a Phoenix, so she smells like fire, like

asks, sitting forward, the water

from a dragon’s fire. It was…less controlled and she should have been able to just fly away on

thought. “Merikh, I would like

follow. I look at Hayes, who has his eyes trained on our enemy

fine, brother. If blood sucker makes a single fucking move and I will gladly end him.” He mutters, and I don’t doubt it. Hayes has a lot of pent up anger and he is looking for a way to let out. I have no doubt