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.

when we are in dragon form.”

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

before we get closer and it stirs my wolf and feeds my soul. My eyes fall closed as I inhale the damp air and, ever so

powers, hybrid.” Teiran says like he is

weak to use it now. Instead, I am just enjoying it, how it feels.” I murmur. He 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

rules to your

break the rules?” I ask. He

the dungeon at the whims

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Chapter 88

what his relationship with her is and why he doesn’t try to work with her. It is

I find myself back with my mother?” I say, and he

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

think about his words, hating that he

me down. I press my hand to the

key?” He asks and

and she gives me a fake smile.

she does.” I grit out and she throws her head back in laughter.

She nods like she believes me, but her demeanor says otherwise.

Jennifer? I was told you

was just making sure our esteemed

brow before taking an intimidating step

a simple

truth, I was just passing by on my way out.”

before taking a few steps back and turning and

out of stone.

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

to my aching body. I splash it on my face, my mouth falling open as it feels like

He says, the door closing

say, crossing my arms over my chest.

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

expect me to do?” I ask with a

your word,” he