Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 93

*Colette

The door flings open, Prince Teiran giving me a quick glance before he steps aside and the king saunters in. I watch him with interest, gauging his gait and the way he seems to lumber, like his body is far too heavy for him now.

He looks older in the light, his wrinkles deep and his hair unmanaged and unruly. Teiran watches his father for a moment with a small frown and a look of longing for better days.

“Your highness,” I say clearly, bowing my head in respect. I have no idea if this is protocol or not, but in our world we show respect to alphas, so I suppose this will have to do.

He chuckles, deep and sarcastic, as I look up and see him shaking his head. He doesn’t speak, instead he looks past me toward the window, crossing toward it and gazing outside.

“Rumor has it you are not the spy I thought you were,” He says finally, his voice sounding strong and resolute.

“I am not a spy, that is correct.” I respond, growing bold as I take a step in his direction.

“You are instead far more dangerous than any spy or enemy.” He growls, whipping around, his eyes narrowed and yellow as he zeros in on me. I don’t back down as he moves closer, instead I roll my shoulders and remain where I am. What more can they do, torture me? They’ve already done it for days.

“Dangerous to my enemies, but enemies are only made by actions.” I say, matching his intense gaze. “Do you really wish to become an enemy of mine?”

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“Darious,” I hear a worried voice break through the room and turn to see Giselle rushing through the door. “Darling, what are you doing in here with this filth?”

“I wish to speak with her, my love.” He says his eyes grow soft as he reaches out for Giselle. She takes his hand and snuggles into his chest, looking up at him with the fakest smile. Her hand reaches out, cupping his cheek as he seems to melt into her touch, a heavy sigh leaving his chest in a rumble.

eck your

“Oh, you stubborn man, I told you to let me handle these things. You need your rest, come let me walk you back to our room. Let me tire you out in a better way than this,” she teases coyly, and he grins, leaning down and rubbing his nose to hers.

to look his hand over his abdomen like he feels the

say with a small clearing of my throat. He seems to snap out of his little love bubble,

to attend to right now.” He tells her. Giselle fumbles for words as she frantically reaches for his hand, dragging it to her chest

not wait, not if you want an heir.” She whispers, her cheeks blushing, but I know

annoyance.

way.” He flirts with

exchange, as it makes me uncomfortable and only makes me more frustrated. I am still stuck here. It

when they see us. Not

is your name again? Cassandra?” He asks, turning to me as I look and catch Giselle scowling at Teiran, who

queen of the werewolves and lycans.” I

clarifies, and I lick my teeth to keep

am both werewolf and siren.”

to use to kill our

shake my head.

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Chapter 93

“Well, I have no desire to kill any dragons.” I

says

well to remember that before I have you executed

He says, dropping his head in

discover what you are. What I care about is your existence being a threat.” He says, moving over to me. His harsh gaze

you have.” I say, glaring at him. “You are in the

is clear as day, the fighting

know my words make

calloused and heated skin. It’s when he brings his face closer that I can see the hint of red in his yellow iris, not like the wolves or the others controlled by lily, but in a soft ring outside his pupil and just a shadowing on the outside of

say,” he grits out, his hand growing warmer with

my skin burning, the pain excruciating as I try to breathe, and tears dot my eyes.

to him. “This is