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.

exchange in awe and slide a glance over to Teiran, who is refusing to look his hand over his abdomen like he

with a small clearing of my throat. He seems to snap out of his little love bubble, shaking his head before he looks down at Giselle and

tells her. Giselle fumbles for

you want an heir.” She whispers, her cheeks blushing, but I

annoyance.

He says, a smirk overtaking his lips. “In more than one way.” He flirts with

makes me

when they see us. Not his

is your name again? Cassandra?” He asks, turning to me as I look and

werewolves and lycans.” I remind

my teeth to keep from

am a hybrid. I am both werewolf

to kill

shake

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Chapter 93

my mind. “Well, I have no desire to kill any dragons.” I amend my statement and he hums in

says before Darious

at him, “You will do well to remember

He says, dropping his head in shame.

do not care when you discover what you are. What I care about is your existence being a threat.” He says, moving over to me. His harsh gaze

him. “You are in the grips

freezes, confliction in his eyes as he furrows his brows. It is clear as day, the fighting

is obviously being controlled by whatever means they have to control him. I know my words make it through to him, but his hands wrap around my neck, lifting me

constricts painfully as I gasp, my hand clasping over his 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

grits out, his hand growing warmer with every

burning, the pain excruciating as

him. “This is