Traded To The Lycan King

I fly from my seat, a roar of rage tearing from my once composed lips. She just openly admitted to killing my mother, to trying to kill me. My chest feels like it is cracking open and the anger in my body seems to supersede my size. I want revenge and answers. Merikh’s hand wraps around my shaking body as I glare at her, words failing me as I try to keep myself from breaking down.

“Woah, easy there little luna.” Merikh whispers in my ear. “Now is not the time,”

“Of course it is,” I growl at him and he hugs me to him tighter. “She killed my mother, Merikh.”

My voice breaks, making me sound young and broken as my lip quivers, my anger morphing into an aching sadness in my chest.

Caspian frowns, his eyes skirting over me as I allow Merikh to calm my nerves. Then he turns a wild gaze to Giselle, staring her down with a ferocity that should be reserved for a battlefield.

“Giselle, I will ask you plainly, and you will answer me.” Caspian grits out the words and she gives him an amused smile. “Did you kill Melody?”

The room falls silent, the tension palpable, almost as intense as the urge for me to sink my teeth into her dragon flesh and tear until I make my way to her stony heart.

Giselle sighs heavily, rolling her eyes before she waves her hand in the air as if shooing a fly from her presence.

“It doesn’t really make a difference, does it?” She asks, “I mean, Johannes killed a wolf and yet there was no punishment. That woman was not protected under the council, so she was fair game.”

“She was my mate!” Caspian roars, “So you will answer the f u k i n g question, or I will drown the fire from your very core!”

“Mate?” Johannes asks, his eyes growing wide as I look at him, his shocked expression surprising me.

“Did you claim her as your mate? Was she the queen of the sirens and in your many years with her, did you ever acknowledge her as a mate to anyone? Or did you hide her because you were embarrassed? Too afraid of what everyone would say?” Giselle asks with a grin.

My chest feels like it is going to explode as I look at my father, who stares at Giselle, blinking like he has been bested in a duel. His guilt-ridden eyes drift over to me and he looks away, ashamed of himself. My mouth runs dry and Merikh tugs me closer to him.

“She makes a fair point, Caspian.” Brent says, and Caspian shakes his head.

if she knew. Which she clearly did, otherwise she would not

head. So, as far as I could tell, you were using her to create a hybrid.” Giselle shrugs like her point is the most nonchalant

not alert the council of any of

are illegal, and werewolves are not protected.” She shrugs. “I was well within my rights and you all know

always be brought to the council first.” Florence

the moment. Should I have

angry super natural beings speaking as if they can change the past or give Giselle a slap on the wrist. My eyes watch Caspian, who stands silently, looking like he has m n t a l l y left the room, staring at the ground, his eyes filled with water and his

him to snap and attack another council member. I look

voice sounds warbling, like he is in a sea of water, his voice filled with anguish and

time or place, Caspian. You would just be playing into her hands.” Merikh warns him,

“I have been around for centuries, watching you, studying your

Merikh’s back. Fear licks up my spine, warning me she will try to hurt him. Brent rushes in front of Giselle, standing before her with his shoulders squared and ready to take whatever she was

Colette’s mother?” Brent asks, his voice echoing as Giselle glares daggers

well. Dragons love treasure, things like gold, gems… silver bars.” she smirks and my stomach burns with

I whisper

living in a room of silver. I do wonder, though, how many years it would take to make a werewolf

the way he doesn’t know how to process what

hisses at Caspian. “You tried to trick us into voting for

says with a frown, “Though I do not condone

you fairy.”

vote,” Caspian states, moving over to stand with Elm, Merikh, and me. “Colette is protected. She is mated to a member of the

“And you all

with this?” She asks, looking around. Everyone averts their eyes, including Johannes, who clears his throat

own purpose and pretending you didn’t break council laws yourself,” I accuse. “How are you doing it? Who are