All Chapters of Traded to the Wolf King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Erik POV “They laid hands on you.” My fist slams against the top of the dining table…threatening to smash the glass table top. “Only because they were scared.” “Did they not see your neck?” I grunt out, my wolf continuing to press beneath the surface. “I hid it from them, they are not to be blamed, I am.” She adamantly states out, as she sticks to her story, she was a proud little thing. I won’t drop this, I just won’t tell her that. “I don’t want you going there again.” “I won’t.” “Then we can drop this matter, eat…” I order out, her head nodding yet she refuses to look at me. I continue to watch her, the rest eating their meals…conversing amongst themselves, yet she wasn’t picking up her cutlery to eat. “Do you want it reheated?” Greta asks out, also watching Amara carefully. “No, I’m sure it’s perfect.” Amara softly smiles out, still making no attempts to eat her meal. You wouldn’t think she was the daughter of an alpha, she must be used to dinners like t

Amara POV Days have past since Erik lifted my house arrest and as long as I was in the company of Greta, I was granted free movement within the pack again, all but at the Snowbird Pit. But that didn’t stop me visiting the homeless girl in the alleyway each morning with food from the alpha house and dry bedding. I know he knows; that he is turning a blind eye to it. Greta has become a friend of mine but I’m not naïve, I know who her allegiance is to, and have no doubt that she is reporting back daily to him. I try and get out the front door as early as possible every morning in an attempt to avoid Nina. She was on a war path, demanding that Erik confirm a date for their wedding. But he barely spoke to her at dinner, he hardly spoke to any of us…he sits at the head of the table, eats…but his eyes are vacant…completely glazed over in a mind-link. I haven’t seen Estrid or Finn either, which means without Greta…I would struggle to get through dinner. Nina talks at people, not w

Amara POV “My question is, why do they need you?” He slowly asks, before taking a long sip on the whiskey bottle. “There was a time I may have had an insight into my alpha’s motives, that time has long since passed.” “Well, I’m your alpha now. Come take a look for yourself…” He doesn’t turn to look at me, his body still facing the window, but he does place a folder out for me to take. I take a cautious step closer to the armchair, the sultry aroma of whiskey oozing off him. I take the folder, flicking through it as best as I can with the dull light and with no wolf to give me enhanced vision. The folder contains report after report of attempts to break through the borders, of Snow Mountain warriors attacked and recovering in hospital. Blood spilled in the efforts, for some reason, to reach me. But why… “I don’t understand, why have they gone to such elaborate attempts. What could they possibly want with me.” As soon as the words leave my lips, I know what it is, Catheri

Erik POV Fuck! I can’t follow her, if I do…I’ll follow her into the bedroom that she thinks she can keep me out of. “Stay.” My wolf grunts out in my mind, as I sip back on the whiskey bottle much to his disapproval. “Oh, what now you don’t want her.” “Oh, I want her, but not when your pathetic alpha ass is drunk. I want us to take our time with her. Enjoy what is meant to be ours…slowly.” “I’m not drunk..” “Sure, you aren’t.” “Alpha?” I hear Estrid press forward through the mind-link, my wolf trying to shut her out. “Erik!” She roars through, pushing past the barrier my wolf had created. Her panic-stricken voice gripping my attention, instantly sobering me up. “Estrid?” “Erik, there’s more…at the borders.” “What do you mean more?” “I think word has got out about your new mate…” “You’ll just have to keep pushing the Mystic Hallows pack back.” “These aren’t from there, these are unidentifiable. What aren’t you telling me?” “Nothing…” “Erik, stop bull shitting….” She

Erik POV The ominous feeling through the pack bond hits me before my sister’s mind link does. Something had happened; something was wrong. “Erik?” Estrid’s voice does nothing to end the sense of dread washing over me. “What is it, what’s happened?” I was out near the border on patrol duty with Finn, the two of us using the opportunity to tighten security since the attack last night. “It’s Amara…she’s…. I don’t know. ” She trails off. “Estrid?” I plough through the mind link, refusing to have her finish off like that. “Erik…shit, she isn’t healing.” “Healing? What the fuck has happened?” “Meet us at the hospital, I’ll mind-link ahead to the doctor to expect us.” “Damn it Estrid.” I’ve already broken out into a run, Finn chasing behind me. He has no idea what has happened, neither do I, but both of us pace towards the hospital breaking through branches and jumping over hurdles in our way. “Alpha, what is it?” I don’t respond, instead pressing on the mate bond with Amara.