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Author: Miss Kim
last update publish date: 2026-07-12 18:56:49

Raguel

The attacks stopped for three days.

Seventy-two quiet, blessed hours.

No dead bodies, no blood-soaked villages, no frantic reports from frightened Alphas and no sudden media panics or newspaper headlines asking where the government had gone.

For the first time in nearly two weeks, my study remained free of casualty reports.

I should have been relieved.

Instead, I found myself staring at the silence with suspicion. Emily stood across my desk, her arms folded across her chest.

“I have to a
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  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   94:

    RaguelThe metallic collar burned against the skin of my throat, suppressing my powers gradually and leaving me weak by the minute. As if the power shield wasn’t enough, Heath had bound my hands behind my back.I sat on my knees on the floor, looking up at the man who had been my closest ally in the Council. “Your plan is flawed, Heath,” I said, my voice coming out in weak mutters. “You have spent months planning this yet you didn’t think to take time out to study the woman you have tied to that pillar.” I shook my head and looked at Lyra. “She will never stay still for you. She will never comply with your atrocities, and she will never sit on a throne you stole. The moment you untie her, she will rather die than take a single command from you.”Heath stopped his slow pacing, turning his head to look down at me. An unsettling smile spread on his lips, that made my blood run cold.“She won’t be able to do anything, Raguel,” Heath countered mockingly. “You think I’m a dumb fool? Why wo

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   93:

    LyraOnce the doors of the room clicked shut as Raguel left, the silence of the room began to suffocate me. I stood frozen at the foot of the bed, my heart beating frantically. As much as I hated to admit it, I was worried about Raguel going to confront Heath and Aaron all alone.On the mattress, Habeela laid down perfectly still, her breathing uneven.I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart, and that was when I caught it.An odd scent drifted through my nose. It wasn’t offensive—no, it didn’t smell of rot like when the rogues attacked or the metallic tang of the blood drying on Habeela’s dress—but it was noticeable. I had actually been perceiving it since the guards had brought Habeela to Raguel’s study, but I had been more concerned about the seriousness of her wounds that I hadn’t paid any attention to it. Now that my head was a little bit settled, the smell was stronger.“Habeela,” I frowned, sitting beside her and sniffing the air again. “Do you smell that? There’s something

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   91:

    RaguelThe room fell silent after Habeela spoke.Once that place is destroyed… you won’t have anything left to rule.I replayed the sentence in my head, trying to figure out what place he was talking about. In all honesty, there were dozens of places that could cripple my reign but none of them fit into what Heath would do.Heath wasn’t reckless enough to confuse any of those places with power. He’d strike at the source. But what source exactly?I closed my eyes.Think, Raguel… What could it be? What place would end my reign once it was destroyed?My heart skipped as a thought formed in my head.“No.” The word escaped before I realized I’d spoken aloud.Lyra looked at me. “What is it?”I turned toward her slowly and muttered. “The chamber of the first Alpha.” My head was already spinning but I forced myself to stay calm.Lyra’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with confusion as she kept her hands wrapped securely around Habeela’s trembling fingers. “What do you mean, the First Alpha?”“

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   92

    LyraThe grandfather clock in the corner of my room chimed two in the morning, echoing loudly in the quiet room. I couldn’t believe how much had happened during the last hour. My mind was a chaotic mess, still trying to process the events.I was back in the same chair with a bowl of warm water on the bedside table, a clean cloth in my hands as I nursed Habeela back to health again.The room smelled of herbs and medicine. The in-house doctor had left minutes earlier after assuring me that none of Habeela’s injuries were fatal. Yes, they were painful but none of them were life-threatening.I clung to those words, muttering them under my breath while wringing out the cloth.Her breathing was steadier now and her face had regained a little color. But every time I looked at her, my chest tightened.Carefully, I pushed back the blanket covering her. The doctor had cleaned her wounds before leaving, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to look at them. Not until now.There were bruises all over her

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   90:

    LyraI barely lasted five hours.I had vowed not to talk to Raguel until further notice because of what he did to Habeela. I had planned on spending days avoiding him, eating my meals in my room, pretending I wasn’t listening for his footsteps outside my door and convincing myself that if he wanted to speak to me, he could come first.But I caved in because no matter how furious I was with him, one thought refused to leave me alone.The look on Habeela’s face when Heath had taken her home—it was a look of sudden panic. Most people wouldn’t even have noticed it but I had.When I couldn’t hold the silence anymore, I slid my feet into the furry slippers by my bed and marched out of the bedroom. The three guards in the corridor didn’t try to block my path this time, they just bowed their heads as I strode down the stairs towards Raguel’s study, my heart hammering against my ribs.Before I could stop before the door, the guards stationed in front of the study exchanged awkward glances befo

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   89:

    HabeelaDespite how stupid it might sound, I had always preferred Heath’s anger.Whenever he was furious, his rage in volatile, destructive outbursts—heavy blows and brutal kicks directed to places like my ribs, my thighs, and the small of my back. They were always injuries that could easily be covered by a high-collared blouse or a simple neck scarf.It was his silence that terrified me. His silence meant a much deeper, unpredictable kind of harm.He didn’t utter a single word during the entire thirty-plus minutes ride back to our packhouse. The SUV raced through the roads, trees and overgrown grasses passing by in a blur. Heath sat in the driver’s seat, his hands tightening around the steering wheel, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the road ahead. I sat beside him, my hands folded tightly in my lap, stealing glances at him whenever I thought he wasn’t looking.His expression was unreadable. He hadn’t asked how I was feeling or whether the truth serum had left any lasting effects. He had

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   11: Her Savior

    For a second, I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at the pictures scattered across the floor.“That’s…” My voice came out weak. “That’s not—”“One time wasn’t enough?” Aaron cut in, his voice sharp with disgust. He paced the living room, his bloodshot eyes darting from me to the pictures on the floor

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   5: Didn’t You Hope For This?

    LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   FOUR: Did You Imagine Me Bending You Over?

    LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   THREE: Meeting Raguel Whitebrock

    LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me

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