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.

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

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

immediately, but there was no change in her like to be expected. It was a long shot, but…I loved her.” Johannes

of his tale. Not that I blame

telling you the fucking truth here.” He says like he is offended, we

telling us all of this? Why wouldn’t you just side with Giselle and her army

as he shakes his head. Then he looks up at me, his

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

stalking toward the table as I yank out a chair across from him and take a seat. His eyes watch me with curiosity before I look over at

are worried she

seem to understand. “I am the Vampire Heir. My parents are to finally hand me over their throne after hundreds of years of waiting. It is mine.”

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Chapter 82

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

on to the thick oak table. The

dripping with honesty

I say calmly, which I know only makes him angrier. Nothing pisses him off more than me being the cool, calm and collected one. “And I don’t want general assumptions. I want every fucking boring

He says like

aware.” Caspian says, playing with the water from his glass

mate.” He says. “But with the use of Fae Magic, she can

and I growl low in my

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

hands up in surrender.

target. She is a Phoenix, so

asks,

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

in thought. “Merikh, I would like to speak with

abruptly and walks out of the room, expecting him to follow. I look at Hayes, who has his eyes trained on

pent up anger and he is looking for a way to let out. I have no doubt that Johannes would be the one to go down. Mostly