Traded To The Lycan King

I hold Colette’s hand as we stop outside the double doors leading to the meeting room, I can feel her nerves through the mate bond, the fear she has for whatever is on the other side of the thick oak door. If things go like I think they will, she is about to be exposed, but hopefully that will come after we are back on the council.

“Are you ready for this?” I whisper, and she nods, biting her lip. I reach out, my hand at the nape of her neck as I pull her close, kissing the top of her head. Then I pull away, meeting her eyes as she looks up at me.

“I’m a little nervous.” She admits,

“There is no need to feel nervous, my little luna. Even if things don’t go how we hope, we will figure out another way to keep you and all of our kind safe.” I promise her. A small smile plays across her delicate lips.

“I trust you,” she whispers, and I feel my heart stutter. She trusts me. My hand reaches out, cupping her cheek as I stroke my thumb over her soft skin.

“And I trust you.” I tell her, forcing every ounce of that sincerity through the mate bond so she can feel it. Since Lauren, I have trusted very few people. Only those I have known for years and the one I trusted the most shares my blood. But this is different. Colette has done nothing but prove herself when she never should have had to.

I trust her. With my pack, my life, with my heart.

She smiles softly, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to my lips before she turns and pushes the door open.

Caspian sits at the head table. Pouring himself a glass of water. Florence and Johannes bicker in the corner, and Brent sits looking exhausted next to Elm. I notice two empty seats, watching them closely as I look at Elm, who gives me a courteous nod.

“Why are you two here?” Johannes scoffs, finally taking notice of our presence with a sneer on his face.

“I have invited them to sit in on this meeting, as it is important for their kind and their future,” Caspian says, sounding bored.

“Can we start then?” Florence whines. “This is so much earlier than our usual meetings, and I would like to head back to bed”

“Not everyone is here,” Elm reminds her and she rolls her eyes.

Giselle went back to her cave of riches and Joffrey is the

sounding amused. “If you haven’t noticed, Florence, I have had business to attend to for the majority of this month long session, but I do

licks her

no one answers, all of them

the dragons, never

at us, then finds her seat without a word. Caspian looks around once more before sitting forward, resting his elbows on the table

a vote to make and where I

their minds?” Giselle asks, looking

says with authority. Giselle chuckles dryly and Johannes scoffs as I look around, assessing the others, searching for

sliding an annoyed glance to Colette. “Did the lycan’s

my chest at the insinuation behind

hand as she tries to hold me back. I can feel her calm leaching into me through the mate bond and

with his words, and I also know I shouldn’t be playing into it. But I will be d a m n e d if

eyes snap to him as he silently “This is a vote, not a

vote to reinstate.” Elm says, speaking loudly to command the attention to him. He looks at Colette, who

his seat, a mischievous glint in his

against it as well,”

not that I am surprised by her response. But when her eyes meet mine, I find a challenge there just before she looks at her fairy neighbor expectantly. Joffrey clears his throat, looking around the room and then he trains his gaze on Colette as if he is trying to get a read on who she is and what

big on second chances,” Joffrey says, leaning back in his

vote for reinstatement.” Brent says, making

say?” Giselle

her a confused, lifted brow before he crosses his arms over his chest. “I believe that makes the

at me, tossing a wink my way before Johannes shoots me a victorious smirk. Florence stands, making a show of