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.

her death or as she was dying. I

explain, not give me vague information that doesn’t make sense.” I bite out. “Our mate bond was intact until she died.”

in her like to be expected. It was

his head, unbelieving of his tale. Not

truth here.” He says like he is offended, we

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

throat and leans forward with a sardonic chuckle as he shakes his

if she is unkillable, that 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 don’t like that she is more powerful than

curiosity before I

you are worried she will be better than

to finally hand me over

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Chapter 82

us to trust you, for us to believe you are on our side. I need

as he paces away. Then he groans in frustration and slams his fists on to

oath.” He says, his voice dripping with honesty and contempt. The very thought

know only makes him angrier. Nothing pisses him off more than me being the

is not a dragon.” He says like it’s

says, playing with the water from his glass as it floats above

her mate.” He says. “But with the use of Fae

words are very clearly a dig at my luna and I growl low in my chest as a warning to

I lean forward, a twitch in my lip as my lycan resists flying across to throttle him. “Take another dig like that again, and Lauren will be the least of

his hands up in surrender.

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

did you know she was a phoenix?” Caspian asks, sitting forward, the

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 didn’t. She needed

thought. “Merikh, I would like to speak with

I look at Hayes, who has his eyes trained on our enemy turned temporary ally. He waves me off with

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