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.

eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the sudden change. There is a shuffling and I can hear a sizzle to my

eyes darting toward the entrance of my cage with fear written all over her

back down so easily, though

out of here. This place will kill you, my sweetheart. I need you to promise me you will say what they want you

stops in front of me, a permanent scowl on his face. He plays with the 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

her head as she seems to

run. I know I won’t get far. How can I when he is so close and we are apparently on a mountain? No doubt this guy has wings when he needs them. One more glance at him reveals a small smirk on his

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in the right direction. His disappointment is noticeable as the

the silver bars, the metal sizzling as pain zips through my hand. I retract it, hissing as I hug it

grumble at him and he chuckles.

innocent, are you hybrid?” He asks, tilting his head while I try to understand what the hell he is

existing makes me guilty of whatever bullshit you decide

I roll my eyes. “Of course the evil ones get to dictate who they kill and make up lies as

supposed to exist.” He says flatly.

glaring up at

didn’t create myself. A mate bond created me. To 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 the grave sin.” I

forcing me to keep moving back as he

a hybrid?” He goads me. “A species who only fights and one that only hides. You were created as a weapon to be used

and digest them. Me being here isn’t just because of their desire to kill off the werewolves and

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

grunts and I

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

at you,” he murmurs,

he continues to

rock floors. Sweat beads at my brow and drips down my back and I see the walls lined with warriors all standing at attention, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

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

burns through my jeans, as pain erupts over my knee cap and I cry out in pain. I place my hands down, trying to stand as fast as possible and my

creature up,” a man sighs in boredom. “Clearly, she has no taste for

ask, my jaw clenching from the throbbing in my hands and knee. I am struck

as

of the shadows. “That is a curious question to ask for a spy. I believe it

furrow my brows and scoff in