Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
I think about his words, hating that he is probably right.
“What ensures I stay here?” I ask as he slows and places me down. I press my hand to the wall, steadying myself as he unlocks the door.
“Aside from this lock and key?” He asks and I nod.
“That I will not hesitate to kill your mom.” Jennifer’s voice echoes down the hall behind me. I turn to look at her and she gives me a fake smile. “I have been begging to kill the bitch for years, so I would love the chance to finally do it.”
“You will die before she does.” I grit out and she throws her head back in laughter.
“Sure.” She nods like she believes me, but her demeanor says otherwise.
“Why are you here, Jennifer? I was told you were on a mission,” Teiran asks.
“Oh, don’t you worry about me. I’m on my way out. I was just making sure our esteemed guest makes it to her room.” She shrugs.
Teiran arches a brow before taking an intimidating step toward her.
“Is there a reason you would think the king’s own son would you to verify he can do a simple room change?” He asks, and she pales, her lips twitching as she hisses and steps back.
“Of course not.” She grumbles. “In truth, I was just passing by on my way out.”
“Then, pass by already.” He growls, and she scowls at him before taking a few steps back and turning and scurrying away. Then he turns to me and pushes the door open. “Get in.”
I ease myself into the room. The lights coming on and showing a beautiful room carved out of stone. Plants line the wall, moss and flowers planted in crevices of the rock.
To my right there is a bed, covered in white linens and in the far corner, a small trickling fountain of water. I rush to it, cupping my hands and slurping as much as I can.
It is heavenly cool and crisp, easing my pains as if a tonic to my aching body. I splash it on my face, my mouth falling open as it feels like it caresses my skin, and I stand upright, looking at Teiran, who watches me with curious eyes.
“We need to talk.” He says, the door closing behind him.
“Then talk, dragon prince.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I want Giselle dead.” He says, quietly. “And I want my father freed from her hold she has over him.”
“What do you expect me to do?” I ask with a frown.
“I need your word,” he says.
“My word? What good does my word do?” I scoff.
“You are both the queen of the Lycans and werewolves and a princess of the sirens.” He scoffs. “You have more power than anyone born of one world.”
“What makes you think they will listen to me?”
I am not sure he understands how the hierarchy works. I am a Luna, not the alpha and I may be a princess to the sirens, but it is not a title I can claim as a half–breed. Hell, I’m not even entirely sure I can be underwater without drowning for more than a minute.
“Your King, he is already on his way to us. With the help of someone who knows their way around here. And Caspian…well, he won’t give up on you, not now that he has finally got his daughter back.”
I see his point, but it doesn’t mean his demand makes any sense to me.
“What is it you want from me, exactly?” I ask, trying to understand.
His eyes grow dark and he licks his lips.
“I want you to bring a war here and I want you to promise my father will live.”
I shake my head, chuckling. “War is already coming. If Merikh is on his way-”
“No, you don’t understand. We already know they are on their way and which way they will use to sneak in. I didn’t come by this information on my own. Giselle knows their plan. Where is it you think Jennifer is going?”
Panic grows in my throat and I swallow roughly, trying to fucking understand what he wants and how to warn Merikh.
“I will help you escape tonight.” He whispers.
“But you said if I escape, Jennifer will kill my mother,” I scoff. “I just got her back. I won’t let her die.”
He drags a hand over his face.
“There is nothing I can do for your mother. Right now, you need to choose her or your mate. You have twenty–four hours to decide.”
Teiran has left me no real choice. Save the mother I thought I lost or lose the mate I just found. There is only one answer, one fight choice, and it brings nothing but pain to my chest as I try to think of any way I can to find a way around it.
There is a small knock on the door as it pushes open and a maid quickly shuffles in, bringing me a pile of clothing, all the while keeping her head down. She then turns the bed down as I watch her with curiosity. She is not a dragon, but a werewolf, small and perhaps an omega, but she doesn’t belong here.
“What is your name?” I ask her and she ignores me as a malé walks in with a tray of food and places it on the bedstand. He stops and looks at me with a sneer on his scarred face before jutting his chin and sauntering out the door, slamming it behind him.