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.

in dragon form.” He says simply.

notice as we exit it looks nothing like the area he had taken me before meeting the king. Instead of far too hot and dry, I can hear bird tweeting, feel a gentle breeze through the large hallway. As he turns, I notice a loud rumbling noise that grows clearer with

closer and it stirs my wolf

using your water powers, hybrid.” Teiran says like he

grow closer and I open my eyes, watching in wonder as we walk behind the waterfall that

relish every damn second, my body shivering at the desire to be in the water, to just submerge myself and feel the way it would heal me if I was

will be rules to your

I ask. He snorts and shakes

at the whims of Jennifer, the

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

with my mother?” I say, and he looks at me with a frown.

many years, and you being up here means she will be tortured less. They kicked up her torture to get a rise out of you. Your mother is safer with you up

his words, hating that

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

key?” He asks and I

will not hesitate to kill your mom.” Jennifer’s voice echoes down the hall behind me. I turn to look at her and she gives me a fake smile. “I have been begging to kill the

grit out and she throws her head back in laughter.

She nods like she believes me, but her demeanor says

I was told you were on

don’t you worry about me. I’m on my way out. I was just making sure our esteemed guest makes

a brow before taking an

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

course not.” She grumbles. “In truth, I was just passing by on

and she scowls at him before taking a few steps back and turning and scurrying away. Then he turns to me and pushes the door open. “Get in.”

into the room. The lights coming on and showing a beautiful room carved out of stone. Plants line the wall, moss and flowers planted in crevices of the rock.

far corner, a small trickling fountain of water. I rush to it, cupping my

I splash it on my face, my mouth falling open as

He says, the

crossing

dead.” He says, quietly. “And I want my father freed from her hold she

you expect me to do?” I ask with a

need your word,” he says.