Chapter 74
Traded To The Lycan King
74 feels like my brain is going explode; the pain searing at the of skull throbbing like a time bomb slowly ticking closer and something awful.
There are people around me. Voices arguing and the sound of snapping that makes my twitch. I slide my eyes open, blinking as blurry shapes take form in my impaired vision.
âOh, hey. She is waking up.â I hear someone , sounding excited.
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her be you fool,â another person hisses. âThey put it in that cell for a reason. She is dangerous.â
âIâm not dangerous.â I . But I regret the action, a stab of pain causing me to wince, my eyes aching.
âThey donât put just anyone in that little cage, sweetheart. Hate to tell you this, but they want you to be as weak as a I blink at the smaller blur, trying to force my vision to focus, but nothing happens and tears roll.
human.â
The memory of Pennyâs eyes, the way they stabbing her through the heart from behind. How they ambushed us. And how they knewâ¦how they knew where we would be.
My skin grows cold the more I process everything. What if they ambushed Merikh as well? What if they didnât take a gamble by guessing what I would choose but covered both of their bases Merikh could have ended up exactly like Penny. My chest grows tight, and a whimper tumbles out. Itâs my fault Penny is dead because of me. I pull my legs to my chest, hugging them tightly as the tears fall. They hot and furious as they burn down my cheeks, growing from a soft place of pain to a raging storm of agony.
Penny was more than a gamma. She was a friend, someone I knew without a doubt I could always count on for more than what the gamma bond demanded. And she died because was stubborn, because I am alive when I shouldnât be.
âShit. See what you did, Lenard?â Someone hisses.
âI didnât do anything!â someone protests.
as heck did! First you woke her up-â
âShe woke herself up.â Lenard says.
Both of you shut up.â Someone grits out, their voice low and hoarse. âThe last thing she needs to hear before her death is the likes of the two of you bitching about who did what. You both are equally annoying.â
âThat was rude.â One of them snorts, but I block them out as I fall to my side, the cries ripping from me in heaving sobs as I to breathe through it all and fail.
My lungs tight as I lightâheaded and I comfort You need to breathe,â the woman .
âI donât to anymore,â I hiccup through a sob curling in on myself.
âAh no, that wonât do.â She in a gentle .
âEveryone I love would be better off with me being â I and .
, well, I remember feeling. The feeling no hope. But things from being in this hellhole.â
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âYeah. How to stay stuck here,â one of the voices from before says with cackle.
âShut up.
Lenard.â
âFuck you, Elle.â
âPlease just leave me alone.â I whisper, pulling my shoulder from her arm.
âAll of you need to shut up.â A commanding voice rings out and I lift my head, my eyes trying to adjust to the lights the flicker on above me. I sit up, wiping my face, meeting the merry eyes of a tall man with dark hair and even darker eyes. He points to me with a strange smirk on his lips. âI need to speak with this one.â
Everyone else falls silent and I look around, watching as arms and figures shrink into dark corners of the dirt filled cells we all reside in. I swallow roughly as he unlocks the silver bars and steps into the cell.
He is massive. I mean, Merikh is big, his shoulders wide and strong and his height unrivaled by many. But this guy, he is as big as the magic made trolls.
âWhat do you want?â I ask him, trying to remain strong.
âHonestlyâ¦I want to play with you.â he grins.
My blood goes cold, and I lick my chapped lips in fear. There is no fighting this asshole off. He can hold me down with one hand. SO instead I scurry back against the wall, slamming into it, begging it to swallow me whole.
âMy mate will gut you.â I tell him confidently.
âOh, you meanâ¦if he knew you were here he would come for me.â he grins, stalking closer and closer. âBut he doesnât know. From what my intel says, he told you not to contact him for a few days.â
I shiver, my eyes closing as tears fall free. No way is this fucker touching me without a damn good fight.
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will fight you the whole time. I might not be very strong, but donât underestimate my desperation.â I spit out.
His brows furrow in confusion and then his head tilts up as he laughs, the sound echoing through the small walled space. It seems to be a hilarious joke to him as he continues to laugh, slapping his legs before he stops and tilts his head to the side. Little stitches of laughter rippling through him as he talks.
âWaitâ¦you thoughtâ¦HA! Oh no, you thought was going to want to touch you?â he shakes his head. âOh, no Princess. I want to see what you can do.â
I frown at him, not really sure what he wants from me or what he means. What I can do? Then it dawns on me. Everyone knows what I am now, what I am capable of. He wants me to show him my abilities. But Iâknow that showing him my full strength just gives them a better ability to defend against me.
âI canât shift with silver bars.â I shrug and he smirks, popping down in front of me. He produces a small bowl from one hand and then reaches to his back, producing a bottle water. He holds it up, shaking it slightly.
âI think we both know what you are. Hell, the only people who donât are probably these fools in .
shrugs.
opens the bottle, pouring it into the bowl in front of me, and lick my lips. Not because I am thirsty for a of it. But because I am thirsty for the chance escape. I know I can do various things to escape using my abilities.
So as he pours, allow myself to tune into the water the sound and of it as it sloshes up the side, churning back into the bowl over itself. Itâs frantic in turmoil like me, begging to be , to sink into the earth where it belongs I look up, finding the guard watching me with a curious his eyes. He his bottle the side is he knows what I am and if he is working with the others he heck has heard of the things I done with my . So just play it off me having none. No, I need to perform, but I need to underperform, they underestimate me.
show you you of my questions.â I tell him.
No deal. You show me and I wonât kill everyone in here.â He scoffs.
You my empathy for people I donât know.â I say with some .
âOh? Then I guess will start with someone that I know you know.â He looks to my right. âMelody.â He calls out.
A skinny woman moves to the bars closest to me. She is skin and bones. Her eyes are sullen and her hair falling out. But the resemblance lingers, the way can feel who she is to me.
âMom,â I whisper, and her eyebrows furrow âFine.â I grit out.
The water shakes as I try to calm myself, but my wolf and my heart are too feral, too lost in our hatred to control it any longer. The water shoots up, swirling around the cell, gaining speed as I breathe deeply.
My fingers then twitch, flicking at this man, the water shooting at him like a harpoon released like a spear gun. His eyes grow wide and he roars, his jaw dropping open as a flame bursts out, turning the water into steam that floats to the top of the dungeon room.
He stands, a giddy grin on his face as he walks out of the cell and moves to the woman he claims is my mother. Then he hooks her by her ankle and drags her away, not a sound falling from her lips as her eyes meet mine.