Traded To The Lycan King

Merikh leans into me, his arm resting on the back of my chair as we listen to everyone on the committee speak.

Florence has looked my way a few times, smirking every time I catch her eyes.

I intentionally avoid looking in Johannes direction, not wanting to risk Merikh catching me looking at him of all people. Not that I am drawn to Johannes, but pretending he doesn't exist isn't all that easy in a room full of people I supposed to be respecting.

"Is there anything anyone else would like to bring up?" Caspian asks, looking around. He has pulled off the unimpressed king bit damn well today. Not once looking in our direction with the slightest interest. "Uh, yes..." Brent says, clearing his throat. "I don't mean to be a spoilsport, but I am curious why these two are allowed in meetings." He nods in our direction with an unimpressed frown on his face. "Oh great. Here we go again," everyone mutters, sighing in heavy annoyance.

"No, I am serious." He scoffs. "I don't mean to be rude or offensive, Merikh and Letty, but if we are sharing things, important things between our species, should we not be taking measures to ensure what is shared won't be used against us?"

I tilt my head, not really loving that I agree with him. But Brent makes a fair point, and it's not a decision intended to offend or be rude. It's logical that if we are the enemy, we shouldn't be privy to all information agreed upon in the meeting. He locks eyes with me, a curious glint as he seems to watch me closely.

I look up at Merikh, who stares around the table, his jaw clenched and his muscles tense. My fingers glide up his chest, along his soft neck and to turn him to look at me.

"Brent does make a fair point," I murmur to him and he frowns, glancing up before looking back and focusing on me. Then he sighs heavily and nods.

"My Luna feels that perhaps Brent has a point." He announces, and I can feel all eyes shift to me.

"Oh? Does he?" Caspian asks, his interest looking piqued as he seems to settle deeper into his chair, his deep blue eyes watching me closely.

"You are all so adamant to keep us from entering the council." I shrug. "Yet so willing to allow us audience and witness of what you discuss. Things that are of grave importance to your covens, your clans, your...whatever

Emergency calls they are to you. Which leaves the question...Why don't you care?"

"We aren't afraid of some little bitches and dogs. You are below us. In fact, your kind is better under us." Johannes chuckles and I turn my fiery gaze on him. He glares at me, but I remain resolute, not daring to blink as! make my point.

"I think you all know we will be back on the council sooner rather than later and there for speak openly." I say with a knowing smirk.

"Bullshit," Florence chuckles. "You would have to win over the majority, and most of us hate you."

"Yeah, that sounds like a stretch, young lady." The bearded guy from the first dinner says, leaning forward.

"I don't think I have had the pleasure of learning your name yet," I say to him and he frowns at me before. sighing.

"My people call me Elm. I am from the Fae realm." He says, giving me a courteous nod.

"Mmm, and tell me, Elm, what do you have against the werewolves?" I ask him. "I am aware of why Caspian hates out kind and even why Johannes feels the way he does, even if he is the one who inserted himself and got his own chosen mate killed." Elm chuckles as Johannes snorts at my comment.

tuts before looking at me. "His ancestors were what your kind calls mates, with my sister. A young fae with a bright future ahead of her." "Your kind lives that long?" I ask, leaning forward, fascinated by his story and his kind. If this all supposedly happened over two hundred and

the one that lives the shortest amount of time. We hardly have time to learn your

י

done with this meeting now?" Florence pouts while I focus on Elm, blocking out the others as they all get up and leave the table. *Where is your sister now?" I ask him and sadness falls over him. He downcast his eyes and sighs before looking up to meet mine. "She is dead."

after two hundred and fifty years and still looks like he is in his mid

age.

sympathetic smile. "Losing someone you love is never easy. I lost my mother at a young age, and I know it is not the same. But I know what it is to lose someone

vibrates, and then a small bud shoots out of the table before me. There is no holding back the astonished

"She took her life when

with him..." I whisper, touched by the purity of her

loved different from everyone else. She was a lover of everyone and

a tear in

soft smile. "Would you like to wander the garden with me?" I ask

seems to snap from his daze, his tender openness dissipating as he looks around. I gently take the bud from the table where he created it, and place it behind

of flower is it?" I

"Magnolia blossom."

I saw a tree that was lifeless. If I showed you the tree, do you think

I can, yes." He says, "

way, I would not be opposed. But..."

keep my distance?" Merikh asks as

our Gamma was brutally attacked

nods. "I suppose you will want to keep her

before nodding and motioning for

sense his tension leaving his body. He smiles and reaches out, touching the green hedges and looking around at the

He tells me, "No need to

lightly and

truly have no

get me to trust you?" he asks, his eyes narrowed like I am lying. I once again laugh, this time a

am hardly one to ask for trust when I can't trust a damn soul here, other than my own kind,

him and he seems to think about what I am saying. "And as for swaying your vote...what good is trying to change one vote

think you could sway a few others," he says, chuckling. "Let's not pretend you aren't here to show a

at the massive form that is

him. But underneath, though, he screws up regularly and