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.

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

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

I hiss, ashamed she would back down so easily, though pain has been a constant for her for many

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 their death.”

and the same dragon man from before 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 open and gives me a

skins a beat, my eyes sliding to my mother, who stands now, watching me closely, and shakes her head as she seems to

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 lips, and I realize that is

me to run.

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Chapter 83

to the side, allowing him to close it as I wait patiently for him to point me in the right direction. His disappointment is noticeable as the smirk falls from his face, replaced by a sneer, as he reaches out and

metal sizzling as pain zips through my hand.

people?” I grumble at him and he chuckles.

No. But you aren’t innocent, are you hybrid?” He asks, tilting his head while I

makes me guilty of whatever bullshit you decide I did?” I scoff.

ones get to dictate who they kill and make up lies

supposed to exist.” He

whip around, glaring up at him.

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

moving back as he glares

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

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 mix,

sirens restrained to their respective habitat and the dragons 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.

He grunts and I

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

look at you,” he murmurs,

continues to shove me along

with fire, providing a flickering light along the lava 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

of bubbling magma in the center of the long walkway. He pushes me to the right, and I trip on a protruding rock, crashing to

I cry out in pain. I place my hands down, trying to stand as fast as possible and my skin sears, the pads of my fingers and palm sticking to the rock as I tear them free with a

“Clearly, she has no taste for

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

king. Address him as such.” He

want from you?” 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 appropriate to ask what it is you

brows and scoff in