Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 88

*Colette

Every part of me is stiff as I sit in the dark, stuck in my chair for heaven knows how long. It feels like days, but with no sun to measure time, it could be hours or even weeks. All I do know is I hurt and I am utterly alone. After filming what they asked me to, they tortured mom for fun and made me watch.

Every whip, every strike felt like it was to my own flesh as I sobbed and begged for them to stop. I would have happily taken those painfully hits for her, but they weren’t torturing her because she disobeyed.

They were doing it to show me they have all the control, all the power, and it has only lit a fire in my chest. One of anger and hatred. A burning for revenge, not freedom.

There is a sound of clinking and steps outside the darkroom I’ve been left in. But noises don’t mean anything here. It could be a guard passing by or even a new victim being dragged to their demise. The dungeon makes plenty of noise, and more often than not, it even screams.

It’s not until light filters in over me that I realize I may not have been completely forgotten and I’m not sure which is worse. Being remembered in this hellhole, or being left for dead. I wince, turning away from the bright light as it burns my eyes. A shadow falls over me and hurried footsteps rush toward me.

“It’s time to go upstairs,” Teiran whispers in my ear. I open my mouth to speak, but my voice gets caught in my throat. “Can you walk?”

I nod my head yes as he helps me up, and then I promptly crumble to my feet, a pained whine escaping my parched lips. His large hands catch me by the elbow.

“Woah,” He mutters, with a sigh. “Let me help you.”

I slap him away weakly and he chuckles to himself.

“Stubborn hybrid.” He mutters before he bends down and lifts me up. I try to squirm, but exhaustion overwhelms me and I give up.

“Where are you taking me?” I croak, my throat searing in pain.

“I was able to convince the king to treat you like a guest, rather than a prisoner.” He murmurs.

“Can I leave?” I ask. It’s not like I don’t know what the answer will be, it will be ‘no‘, but a girl can try.

He snorts a laugh and doesn’t respond, which only confirms exactly what I figured as he steps out of the room and down the hall.

We pass cells, some empty and others with old and grungy looking prisoners who must have been here for ages. Teiran deftly moves toward a spiral staircase and takes two steps at a time.

The stairs seem to go on for an eternity as I fall in and out of consciousness for small spurts of time. When we finally ascend to the top, he walks about a hundred feet before a massive iron clad door opens. I watch as we exit it, Teiran looking dwarfed by the massive frame.

“Woah…” I mutter, unable to keep my awe to myself.

we are in dragon form.” He says

of far too hot and dry, I can hear bird tweeting, feel a gentle breeze through the large hallway. As he turns, I

coming before we get closer and it stirs my

even think about using your water powers, hybrid.” Teiran says

it feels.” I murmur. He doesn’t respond as we grow closer and I open my eyes, watching in wonder as we

the desire to be in the water, to just submerge myself and feel the way it would heal me if I was allowed to touch it. But just as quickly as I see it, it fades into the

will be rules to

I break the rules?” I ask. He snorts

back in the dungeon at the whims of Jennifer,

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Chapter 88

with her is and why he doesn’t try to work with her. It is very clear that they both dislike Giselle and know she is up

myself back with my mother?” I say, and he looks at me with

you being up here means she will be tortured less. They kicked up her torture to

his words, hating that

I ask as he slows and places me down. I press my hand to the wall, steadying myself as he unlocks the door.

from this lock and key?”

her and she gives

grit out and she throws her head back in laughter.

believes me, but her demeanor says

you here, Jennifer? I was told you were on a

you worry about me. I’m on my way out. I was just making sure our esteemed

brow before taking an intimidating step

a reason you would think the king’s own son would you to verify he can do a simple room change?” He asks, and she pales, her lips twitching as she hisses and steps back.

grumbles. “In truth, I was just passing by

by already.” He growls, and she scowls at him before taking a few steps back and turning and scurrying

myself into the room. The lights coming on and showing a beautiful room carved out of stone. Plants line the wall, moss and

is a bed, covered in white linens and in the far corner, a small trickling fountain of water. I rush to

on my face, my mouth falling open as it feels like it caresses my skin, and I stand upright, looking at Teiran, who

need to talk.” He says, the

talk, dragon prince.” I say, crossing my

says, quietly. “And I want my father freed from her hold she has

you expect me to do?” I ask

word,” he says.