Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 89

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Teiran has left me no real choice. Save the mother I thought I lost or lose the mate I just found. There is only one answer, one fight choice, and it brings nothing but pain to my chest as I try to think of any way I can to find a way around it.

There is a small knock on the door as it pushes open and a maid quickly shuffles in, bringing me a pile of clothing, all the while keeping her head down. She then turns the bed down as I watch her with curiosity. She is not a dragon, but a werewolf, small and perhaps an omega, but she doesn’t belong here.

“What is your name?” I ask her and she ignores me as a malé walks in with a tray of food and places it on the bedstand. He stops and looks at me with a sneer on his scarred face before jutting his chin and sauntering out the door, slamming it behind him.

“Yeesh, what did I do to him?” I mutter.

“He doesn’t like werewolves.” The girl mutters, her eyes sliding my way for a mere second before darting back to what she is doing.

“Yet he works with you, and you are a werewolf.” I remind her and she hesitates before she looks up fully, finally revealing a horribly burned section on the left side of her face.

“We don’t choose our punishment, Luna. The king dulls it out himself.” She whispers, looking at the door. Fear oozes from her, her skittish nature, and the way she doesn’t seem able to remain looking at me for long makes it obvious she is not here willingly.

“And is he a nice king?” I ask, taking a tentative step closer to her with a small shrug. She whines, looking at the door longingly, like she wishes to escape me. Which is ironic since I’m the one locked up here, not her.

“I was asked to deliver your clothing and turn your bed down for the night. If there is nothing else I can assist you with, then I really should be off before…” she pauses, catching her bottom lip in her teeth like it’s a hostage and she whimpers.

“Before what?” I ask.

“Before they suspect something. The king will stop by to see you in a few hours.” She bows before she sprints out the door, locking it behind her with a click and the soft murmur of an ‘I’m sorry.

I collect the pile of clothing and head to the bathroom, a soft smile breaking my frown to pieces when I see the waterfall faucet overhead. My body shivers in anticipation of the water we have so sorely missed. As I strip out of my dirty clothing and turn on the spray, I gasp in delight, plunging my face into it with a grin.

For the first time in however the hell long I have been here, I feel hope creeping back in with every drop. I shiver as I spin and let it hammer on my aching muscles, forcing the pain away so I can enjoy this.

The bar of soap waiting for me is fresh and void of scents, which disappoints me, but I have to remind myself I am not at an all–inclusive resort. I am in the belly of the enemy’s lair and they are giving me the illusion of freedom as they lock me in.

and gingerly lather my bruised body, wincing as I hit my rib cage. I watch as the suds turn brown, the filth finally running clean as I move to my hair and scrub my scalp and

grabbing the towel folded on the counter, and I dry

it back shut in my face. Every passing second feels like I may shrink

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Chapter 89

on and I see Giselle in a silky white sheath gown, a soft orange glow flickering from beneath the fabric where her heart should be.

of the bed before taking a seat before passing out from the dryness in

short. It’s on a timer. Can’t have you

of the dragons?” I ask, folding over and coughing roughly as I choke on the

on with you and Prine Teiran.” She shrugs. “I thought I would come and check

I love and am faithful to,” I

‘oops‘. Now there is an opening.” She saunters over toward me, unafraid to turni her back to an enemy, completely unbothered by anything and everything

want?” I ask her, growing tired from the excessive heat

She asks wistfully, staring out the window. “How does it feel to be the only one of your…. kind….? Because

her. “You aren’t a hybrid.” I remind

I am not. But I am the only one of my kind left. These beefy winded idiots are the closest I have to my kind and, therefore, my best bet at procreating.” She says, “Though I must admit, it is damn annoying

would be a terrible mother.” I

over her shoulder before

think I care about your petty insults or being a mother?” She laughs, her flawless hair tumbling over her shoulders as her head tilts back. In the light, it looks like there are waves of

trying to understand her, not what she says because I couldn’t care less, but the more I know about

face me full on as she

reveal why

Lily, don’t you?” I ask and she nods, her patience growing thin as the heat in the room grows more insufferable. For a moment I swear a see a flicker of blue flame in her

she gets, the easier it is to breathe, the air less painful as I inhale sharply like a needy fish in need of

scoff as she reaches for the door. “You just wanted to come check in on me and give me a little insight

Her eyes

as she wears a sly smile.

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