Traded To The Lycan King

“Merikh

Elm’s words ring in my ears. The severity of what is unraveling before us is astounding. How the hell we all missed it, how I dismissed the signs and blamed someone else for the red–eyed wolves? It was so easy for them to use my blatant hatred for Johannes and the vampires against me.

Giselle, the person who has been on the council for many years longer than I have, isn’t the species she said she was? Then what the is she? Species can sense their own kind, so we would all have known if she was one of us. How could she get away with this for so long! How could not a single person know!

“This is a joke. It has to be.” I say, looking between Elm and the woman he claims is his sister, hoping they tell me it is. Elm averts his eyes and clears his throat. “Are you serious right now? How the hell does something like this even happen? Someone can just pretend to be a species?”

“You didn’t notice anything off about her or her scent.” He asks me like I am the one who is at fault. I scoff, shaking my head.

“I have only ever met her as a dragon representative. It is how she was introduced to me. Lycans and wolves use our scent to determine species and if she has been the only so–called dragon I have met, then how the am I supposed to know it is wrong?” I snap at him. Elm places his hands on his head, breathing deeply.

“None of this matters right now,” Colette says softly, touching my arm as she pulls me toward her.

“It most certainly matters.” I scoff, looking down at her. She shakes her head. “What could be more important?”

“What matters right now, at this moment, is getting you better.” She says, a command in her eyes that only adds to the burning irritation in my gut.

“My injuries are nothing in the face of everything happening. At this point, we should head back to our pack and heal there, where we are safer.” I tell her. Colette ignores me as she turns away and moves toward Elm’s sister.

“You said you can’t heal his injury. Are you completely sure?” She asks, sounding desperate. “There is absolutely nothing you can do?”

Hyacinth frowns and looks at me

look once more?” She asks, and I chuckle dryly. This is such a crock of

already established there is nothing to do with magical injuries

want to try. I just want to be sure there is nothing I

begs with her big puppy eyes, and I groan in frustration. What I want is to rest, with my mate actually staying by my side. What I need is for people to stop acting like I am on my

clenched jaw, once again

her waist. She places her hands on my shoulders, those

injury”

sharp pain radiating through my spine as she presses on the most tender area at the upper part near my shoulder.

hands slide up my neck, finding either side of my jaw as she cups my face and makes me

okay?” She

I

am livid, and in pain and murderous

to steal her away. There is an unknown species who took out a chunk off my back and is leading a war against half of the council. Ex Council, actually. And there are random people coming and going in a partially demolished

Our location is known to our enemies. Even with the help of our allies, who I am not even sure we can trust, we are sitting and waiting for disaster to strike. And to top it all off, my brother, and beta, has lost his ever–loving mind

in,” Colette

already look like a weak asshole in my current state. I don’t need her knowing my mental state is just as

my spine as my whole body shivers and I squeeze my eyes

whispers, sounding distracted.

his voice

pulls back, leaving her hands on my face as

she stops what she is