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.

is 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

toward the entrance of my

down so easily, though pain has been

sooner they will 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 of pain or fear? Otherwise, they will storm the mountain and it will be

keys in his hands for a moment, his eyes trained on me in thought before he exhales and unlocks the door. As if to mock me, he holds it open and gives me a fake bow, showing

who stands now, watching me closely, and shakes her head as she seems to read the thought in my

he is so close and we are apparently on a mountain? No doubt this guy has

me to

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Chapter 83

patiently for him to point me in the

zips through my hand. I retract it, hissing as I hug it to my chest and glare up at his all too

innocent people?” I grumble

aren’t innocent, are you hybrid?” He asks, tilting his head while I try to understand what

me guilty of whatever bullshit you decide I did?” I

and I roll my eyes. “Of course the evil ones get

aren’t supposed to exist.” He

around, glaring up at

you dragons mates may mean nothing, but to us, to my kind, a mate is everything. It is a gift from our goddess and a refusal of that is

into me, forcing me to keep moving back

species who only fights and one that only hides. You were created as a weapon to be

I take in his words and digest them. Me 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. Fire and water don’t

though, if what that last bitch said is true, then I’m not the first or only hybrid. So why do I get to

grunts and

we going?” I ask curiously as the hallway grows warmer with every step, the

at you,” he murmurs, sounding displeased by this command.

continues to shove

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

water I desperately find myself in need of, but of bubbling magma in the center

possible and my skin sears, the pads of my fingers and palm sticking to the rock as I tear them free with a gasp and hold them

man sighs in boredom. “Clearly, she has

clenching from the throbbing in my hands and knee. I am struck in the back and I

him as such.” He growls

the shadows. “That is a curious question

furrow my brows and