Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

The second we land, my palms grow sweaty and I exhale the nervous breath I continually find myself holding. Tiago is propped in the arms of the dragon female we were told we had to bring along. After all, how am I supposed to do the ceremony with him in my arms the whole time? When the doors open to the air carriage, I grip my hand, pinching the skin, reminding myself to stay calm.

But calm is impossible when I enter the sunlight and see the people I know, the ones I care about waiting for me in their best outfits. Merikh and Colette stand proud in their deep pine colored garbs and there next to them is my jaded beast.

Hayes looks stunning as I let out a small squeak, biting back the excitement in my chest. His black tux is nothing special and yet, he still outshines everyone in the room. Teiran's dad chuckles to himself, leaning into Teiran as he shares a joke and then shoots me a sinister wink. Teiran grumbles but doesn't seem to share the same excitement for the joke.

"Remember, we are here for peace, Father," He bites out, shooting a worried glance in my direction.

"We are here for you to fuck a dog and make a claim on her. If peace follows that, so be it." He grumbles, glaring at me before he tucks his hands into his pockets and shuffles to Merikh first.

"Ah, it is so good to see you in person." Merikh says, extending his hand to shake it.

"Let's not pretend you don't all want me dead and that you all didn't harbor my child from me," Tieran's father says loudly as he spins, arms extended. "If it weren't for this misfortune, you would all be dead by now."

"You forget that we have already been proven innocent of taking your child," Colette chimes in. "In fact, it was us who reunited you with him, considering Kyra was under our orders, yes?"

Teiran smirks and his father scoffs, looking away annoyed, but Colettes' eyes glitter with excitement, her soft brown hair curled in loose waves tumbling over her shoulders as she reaches to greet her old friend.

"I apologize for my father," Teiran says, shaking hands and kissing the top of Colette's with respect. Then he turns to Hayes, extending his hand to him.

"It's been a short time." Hayes says, shaking his hand, his demeanor uninterested. I know he is being forced to be here, but he seems so distant. Is it wrong for me to have hoped he would show some hint that he cares? Does he know the circumstances I am under and is trying to make it easier, or does he hate me?

"Indeed, it has," Teiran says, reaching out and taking my hand in his. He clutches it tightly, his father grinning with delight as he looks expectantly at Hayes, who looks as if he can barely be bothered by the slightest thing.

"I am glad you are home and well," I say to him and he nods.

is nice to be home and feel...like me again," he says, his eyes meeting

of him says absolutely nothing. My lycan cries out, begging for me to leap into his arms and never

times as Merikh and Colette walk us to our rooms and inform us the ceremony will start shortly. Before leaving, I am pulled aside

She whispers as tears form in my eyes. "Are

snort and

I whisper, looking down at the ground. It is hard to describe the weight I feel on my chest, how every breath feels like a struggle in this damn gown that doesn't

if trying to get a better look.

to Colette and Merikh as they head to check on progress for the ceremony and I head into

will be next door," He says, heaving a relieved sigh. "I do think he is becoming more and more of

I mutter, running my hand down my gown. "I've

middle of all of this, Kyra." He says more sincerely. He moves closer, dropping to his knees before me, his hand resting

see the way it

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can see the way he looks at me and how it changes. I don't know when it happened or how, but lately I him and that he is actually looking

is, Teiran." I sigh, a

my cheek as he looks at me. I watch as his eyes dart from my lips to my face and dread builds in my gut. In all this time, we have never truly been alone together. Tiago has always been with me and

makeup is coming off." He whispers, leaning in

"It's fine," I murmur.

look perfect." He

anger hits me in the chest as I chuckle and shake my

with. A lycan who can never truly love you. This is what you chose. Painting my face like a porcelain doll to make me more perfect won't negate that I am not the one for you or that you are just using me for the crown. Please don't pretend you see me as anything other than a

from him, moving

his face. "Go, get some