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

such a crock of shit, these empty promises

at all three of them. “You have already established there is nothing to do with magical injuries

be sure there is nothing I

I groan in frustration. What I want is to rest, with my mate actually staying by

say through a clenched jaw, once again turning my back

her hands

I poke and prod around your injury” Hyacinth

the singed skin on the outside of the wound. She hums in question once or twice, a sharp pain radiating through my spine as she presses on the most tender area at the upper part near my

me look at her.

you okay?”

her how I really am. Because right now

and in pain and murderous

species who took out a chunk off my back and is leading a war against half of the

we are sitting and waiting for disaster to strike. And to top it all off,

in,” Colette whispers,

I am feeling. I already look like a weak asshole

groan, pain racing up my spine as my whole body shivers and I

whispers,

Elm says, his voice one full of

brother?” she asks him, another jab of pain rolling through me. Colette pulls back, leaving her hands on my face as she makes me look at her,

her?” Elm asks, and she