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.

are in dragon form.”

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 every step and the air wetter and

furious rage. I know what is coming before we get closer and it stirs my wolf and feeds my soul. My eyes fall

water powers, hybrid.” Teiran says like he is

doesn’t respond as we grow closer and I open my eyes, watching in wonder as we walk behind the waterfall that hammers past us, singing its song

heal me if I was allowed to touch it.

will be rules to your stay,”

the rules?” I ask.

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he doesn’t try to work with her. It is very clear that they

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

she will be tortured less. They kicked up her torture to get a rise out of you. Your mother is safer with you

think about his words, hating

I stay here?” I ask as he slows and places me down. I press my

lock and key?”

and she gives me a fake smile. “I have been begging to kill the bitch for years, so I

will die before she does.” I grit out and she throws

like she believes me, but

told

about me. I’m on my way out. I was just

a brow before taking an intimidating

would you to verify he can do a simple room change?” He asks, and she pales, her lips twitching as

was just passing by on my way

He growls, and she scowls at him before taking a few steps back and turning and

room carved out of stone. Plants line the wall, moss and flowers planted in crevices

corner, a small trickling fountain

mouth falling open

says, the door

crossing my arms over

I want my father freed from her

to do?”

word,”