Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 83

• Colette

My body shudders involuntarily, the cold leeching in through the dirtied denim pants I have on and the thin shirt I pulled back over my head to retain whatever heat I can.

Mom breathes heavily just on the other side of the bars, as close as she can be without being too affected by the silver. I expected them to come back for me, but as my mom expected, they are letting me heal before they start up again.

It seems they want it to last as long as possible. No doubt they get a sick sense of enjoyment out of our pain. But maybe that is how the dragons are, maybe instead of living for fire they live for others suffering.

“Are you still awake….” I whisper over to my mother. I hear her groan before she clears her throat.

“There is no such thing as sleep in this place.” She says back, her voice hoarse from dehydration.

“How is your pain?” I ask her, not really knowing what else to say.

There are hundreds, if not thousands, of questions running through my head. Questions I have pondered for years, answers I had convinced myself that if I knew them, maybe I could be happier. But now when I have her here, I can’t think of a damn one.

She chuckles before breaking into a coughing fit. My chest aches with every chest rattling expelling of dust she lets out and I press my head to the cement, holding back tears. After a moment, she clears her throat and I hear a heavy sigh.

“Ten years and these are the questions you ask me?”

“It seemed polite to have a little small talk first,” I joke, and she chuckles lightly.

“Well, at least my brother was good enough to teach you manners.” She muses. I don’t have the heart to tell her he taught me a lot more than that but that it was quick learning at the end of his whip or the whim of her niece.

“What do they want from you?” I ask, deciding to skirt around the familial problems she may not know we even have with her brother.

The cell goes silent, then there is an exhale and the sound of shuffling. When she speaks again, her voice is closer, more hushed.

“At first, they wanted to know where you were. I assumed you were alive and that your uncle had come for you as promised.” She explains. I furrow my brows in confusion.

“Alpha Bentley didn’t come for me.” I say slowly, “I was left in the pack for him to find.”

“No, you are mistaken. He promised me he would come for you. I couldn’t reach Caspian and-” She trails off, going silent again.

“Melody…?” I whisper, and I hear a soft, quiet sob in the darkness.

“I need a minute,” she murmurs, and I hear her shift away from me.

a clatter as the door opens, echoing through the damp prison, lights flickering on as I cover my eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the sudden change. There

video.” She whispers, her eyes darting toward the entrance of my cage with fear written all over her face.

easily, though pain has

come for you.” She mutters. “I can handle torture, but you need to get out of here. This place will kill you, my sweetheart. I need you to promise me you will say what they want you to, but don’t you dare show an ounce

his face. He plays with the keys in his hands for a moment, his eyes trained on

she seems to read the thought in my mind. Panic rises as

apparently on a mountain? No doubt this guy has wings when

me to run.

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in the right direction. His disappointment is noticeable as the smirk falls from his face,

steps before catching myself on the silver bars, the metal sizzling as pain zips through my hand. I retract it, hissing as I hug it to my chest and glare up at his

hurting innocent people?” I grumble at him

He asks, tilting his head while I try

guilty of whatever bullshit you decide I

doesn’t respond, and I roll my eyes. “Of course the evil ones get to dictate

aren’t supposed to exist.” He says

whip around, glaring up

may mean nothing, but to us, to my kind, a mate is everything. It is a gift from

into me, forcing me to keep moving back as he glares down

and a fish be given the gift of a hybrid?” He goads me. “A species who only fights and one that only hides. You

being here isn’t just because of their desire to kill off the werewolves and lycans. Though clearly there is some tension between our species, but they are using me to lure out Caspian as well.

to theirs…everyone was safe. Until me, though, if what that last bitch said is true, then I’m not the first or only hybrid. So why do I get to be treated like a problem and not the

left,” He grunts and I follow his instructions.

curiously as the hallway grows warmer with every step, the air dry and suffocating until we break into a massive room.

look at you,” he murmurs, sounding displeased

continues to shove me along

ceiling is light up with fire, providing a flickering light along the lava rock floors. Sweat beads at my brow and drips down my back and I

in the center of the long

as possible and my skin sears, the pads of my fingers and palm sticking to the rock as

sighs in boredom. “Clearly, she has no taste

throbbing in my hands and knee.

is the king. Address him as such.” He growls in

The Dragon King asks, sitting forward and out of the shadows. “That is a curious question to ask for a spy. I believe it is more

and