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.

to my hair and scrub my scalp and latkes a series of three times before I feel

frown sneaks over my lips as I sigh and step out, grabbing the towel folded on the counter, and I dry myself off before dressing

I feel myself sweat and move to the window, throwing it open only to find a set of bars in the way, forcing it back shut in my face. Every passing second feels like

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Chapter 89

mouth runs dry as a light flickers on and I see Giselle in a silky white sheath gown, a soft orange glow flickering from beneath the fabric

it to the edge of the bed before taking a

timer. Can’t have you too healthy.”

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

and Prine Teiran.” She shrugs.

I love and am faithful to,” I growl

to replace and ‘oops‘. Now there is an opening.” She saunters over toward me, unafraid to turni her

I ask her, growing tired from

like to be a hybrid?” She asks wistfully, staring out the window. “How does it feel to be the only

scowl at her. “You aren’t a hybrid.” I remind her and she sighs heavily.

These beefy winded idiots are the closest I have to my kind and, therefore, my best bet at procreating.” She says,

“Maybe it knows you would be a terrible mother.”

at me over her shoulder before rolling her eyes.

shoulders as her head tilts

Giselle?” I ask, trying to understand her, not what she says because I couldn’t care less, but the more I know about her species, the more I experience being

turning to face me full on as she clasps her hands

right questions.” She sighs happily. “But I’m not willing to reveal why you are important yet. I need the others here as well. It’s all

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

shrugs, finally moving toward the door. The further away she gets, the easier it is to breathe, the air less painful as I

“You just wanted to come check in on me and give me a little insight into what you want?”

Her eyes

wears a

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