Traded To The Lycan King

The door flings open, Prince Teiran giving me a quick glance before he steps aside and the king saunters in. I watch him with interest, gauging his gait and the way he seems to lumber, like his body is far too heavy for him now.

He looks older in the light, his wrinkles deep and his hair unmanaged and unruly. Teiran watches his father for a moment with a small frown and a look of longing for better days.

“Your highness,” I say clearly, bowing my head in respect. I have no idea if this is protocol or not, but in our world we show respect to alphas, so I suppose this will have to do.

He chuckles, deep and sarcastic, as I look up and see him shaking his head. He doesn’t speak, instead he looks past me toward the window, crossing toward it and gazing outside.

“Rumor has it you are not the spy I thought you were,” He says finally, his voice sounding strong and resolute.

“I am not a spy, that is correct.” I respond, growing bold as I take a step in his direction.

“You are instead far more dangerous than any spy or enemy.” He growls, whipping around, his eyes narrowed and yellow as he zeros in on me. I don’t back down as he moves closer, instead I roll my shoulders and remain where I am. What more can they do, torture me? They’ve already done it for days.

“Dangerous to my enemies, but enemies are only made by actions.” I say, matching his intense gaze. “Do you really wish to become an enemy of mine?”

“Darious,” I hear a worried voice break through the room and turn to see Giselle rushing through the door. “Darling, what are you doing in here with this filth?”

“I wish to speak with her, my love.” He says his eyes grow soft as he reaches out for Giselle. She takes his hand and snuggles into his chest, looking up at him with the fakest smile. Her hand reaches out, cupping his cheek as he seems to melt into her touch, a heavy sigh leaving his chest in a rumble.

eck your

“Oh, you stubborn man, I told you to let me handle these things. You need your rest, come let me walk you back to our room. Let me tire you out in a better way than this,” she teases coyly, and he grins, leaning down and rubbing his nose to hers.

Teiran, who is refusing to look his hand over his abdomen like he

He seems to snap out of his little love bubble, shaking his head before he

the room, dear. Your king has something to attend to right now.” He tells her. Giselle fumbles for words as she frantically

She whispers, her cheeks blushing, but I

annoyance.

will be right behind you, Giselle.” He says, a smirk overtaking his lips. “In more than one way.” He flirts with her suggestively before spinning her around and slapping her

can no longer watch their exchange, as it makes me uncomfortable and only makes me more frustrated. I am still stuck here. It doesn’t matter that they

one touching my mate and holding him. Little sexual innuendos and making people sick when they see us. Not his bitch who is trying to destroy everything she disagrees with for

as I

am Colette, queen of the werewolves and lycans.” I

Fishman.” He clarifies, and I lick my teeth to keep from snapping at

hybrid. I am both werewolf and

to use to kill our kind?” he asks, arching a brow.

shake my head.

and changing my mind. “Well, I have no desire to kill any dragons.” I amend my statement

she only found out recently she is hybrid-“Teiran says before Darious growls and shoots him

him, “You will do well to remember that before I have you executed for

dropping his head in

you are. What I care about is your existence being a threat.” He says, moving over to me. His harsh gaze inspects me from head