Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 92

Pain ripples up through my leg as I hiss and try to spin to see who the fuck is there, but I am caught in the face with a bone quivering force. I stumble back, shaking my head, my snout crinkling as I try to force the sting away. The fucker grins maliciously and tilts his head from side to side, his neck cracking as his eyes glow their telltale red.

I was already aware that Lily was near. She had to be in order for Caspian’s water trick to work to wash away her illusion. But what makes me more nervous than fighting a dragon with extra strong hide in their human form is fighting them when they are being possessed by the wicked fae queen.

“You are making this very fun, Alpha Merikh.” The warrior says his puppet master is using him to speak to me, though there is no responding in my current form. I growl in response, lunging forward and grabbing the warrior by the wrist, yanking him toward me.

The same pain burns up my leg, but I push it aside as I lift his arm and roar out as I thrust my lycan claws up into his armpit. My fingers break through his flesh, the warmth of his blood feeling like fire as it drips down my arm before I tear them back out.

He drops to his knees, holding his arm to his wound as blood pumps through his artery that I severed. The moment his face hits the ground, I hear a bark of laughter and I look to my right.

“You can’t silence me,” a female warrior says.

She turns her head to face me, her eyes void and brilliant red as Percy plunges his claws into her chest, screaming out in his emotional agony over his sister. The second the warrior’s eyes close, a new voice echoes behind me.

“I have so many more.” Lily says through new means, a gleeful tone to her wicked words. “This is just a fun game for me. A little taste of the war coming to your pack, and those who go up against us.”

I exhale, annoyed, as I slowly turn to stare down at a massive man stalking my way with blood on his face. His lips twitch up in a sly smile before he lifts a bloody arm and wipes his cheek.

My stomach sinks, the muscles in my chest tightening with fury and a twinge of fear at the thought of whose blood he is wearing. My eyes skirt around to make sure those who came with me are still safe. Percy fights relentlessly, refusing to stop as I search for Hayes and Leandra, who are nowhere to be found.

“Look at me when I am talking to you, dirty mutt.” The warrior snaps, stepping closer and invading my vision.

My black eyes focus on him, narrowed and ready to fight to the death. There are many moves I can use on this fucker. All of which result in him dead at my feet and hopefully Lily out of fucking range. I crouch, readying myself to attack.

“Die,” I growl, the one syllable word rumbling through me and my lycan as my lips curl back, showcasing my teeth.

Before Lily has a second to speak through the warrior again, I am dropping my shoulder and head as I ram into his soft stomach. He lifts a few feet as I roar and hammer him into the hard ground.

The earth rumbles beneath us and the same nagging pain in my leg flares up again as I step back, losing my footing and stumbling back with a groan and a wince.

It is enough of a window for him to jump back up and crash into me with his leg, catching me in the side. Bones crack and the air whooshes from my snout, only pissing me off all the more. I slap my arm over his foot, holding it close to my side as I reach with my claw and bury it into his shin, just below his knee.

He roars, smoke billowing from his mouth as he tilts his head back before focusing back on me. I try to drag my claws down through his bone, but find them lodged in his unnaturally thick skin.

me to release his other leg. In the knick of time, I yank

at me. “Hardly have to touch her to make her

is just trying to bait me. And unfortunately for him, it’s working. Rage makes my blood run cold

is a dragon yet won’t shift and I don’t know why his hide is thicker and stronger than others. All I fucking know is he insulted my little luna’s mental

claws

him to the back and burying my claws into the side of his neck where he seems to be less

but he fails. In desperation, he stumbles backward, slamming me into a rock as I groan in pain. twist my hand, his flesh tearing open into a gaping wound, his muscles stringy as they

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Chapter 92

I retreat my claws and he stumbles forward, covering

that’s left to

from him as I roll to

and out as I shift back into human form and force myself up, groaning as pain prickles every part of me.

calls

as he rushes over

I ask, worried, and he

are good, but they are having a moment. I thought it might be good to let them have that.” Percy says in a hushed voice. I nod, agreeing with him as I limp over

into a flat line

Merikh.” He says. “Over–extended myself with

Hayes and Leandra rush over, hand in

your leg?” He

remind

have been transformed.” Percy reminds him. “Like enormous body, crazy neck and massive wings. They were just oddly

can command a dragon, not even with magic.” Caspian says. “Not

anyway.”

them, they couldn’t call on their dragons to fully come out?” Hayes

“She preferred using us, our kind, because we are easier to control, less

important enough to keep us in the open

injured.” Hayes says, and

mate.” I growl, and he throws

wind is knocked from me. Fear and panic whip through me like

my mind, flooding all of me before they settle and it’s just