All Chapters of Traded to the Wolf King: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amara POV It takes me a moment to remember where I am. I have no recollection of going to bed last night, certainly no memory of yesterday afternoon at all. The last thing I remember is being in the gym, when Nina approached me and… I leap out of bed, my hands searching at my body as I half expect to find the sword still plunged into my stomach. I lift my top up to find intricate stitches just above my belly button. If they weren’t there, I would suspect I had imagined the entire thing. I wasn’t in any pain; the wound was already almost healed. At the Mystic Hallows pack I would have been out for days, if not weeks with a similar injury. Torn between anger towards Nina and appreciation for whoever healed me; I race down the stairs, taking two steps at a time. I stalk towards the kitchen, hearing laughter as I find the household at the dining table, including Nina’s father Augustus. That anger bubbling away wins, overtaking appreciation as I find Nina sat too clo

Amara POV “Everybody out!” He roars out, his pack members wincing at his command as they quickly file out of the pack house communal area, either heading upstairs or going back to their houses. “Explain yourself!” “Erik, she just wanted…” Greta tries to step between us but it was no use, she stood no real chance in fighting his command. “I wasn’t asking you. Get out now Greta, or so help me…” He seethes through clenched teeth, her eyes shooting my way apologetically as she flees for the front door. “What is all this?” His eyes interrogate the room, disgust forming upon his face. His glare was a sobering contrast to my alcohol induced mood, snapping me out as if I had been drenched by a cold bucket of water. Now that the music has stopped and the lights have been turned on, I take in the state of the room. Empty beer cans littered the floor, the smell of pizza lingered in the air and evidence of spillages stained the carpet. “We had a party.” I boldly shrug out, trying to

Erik POV Those three little words threaten to break my resolve… “I am untouched…” If ever there was a moment to think she was mine above anyone else’s it was now. She was completely untouched, and I bet that damn pussy didn’t even have the balls to kiss her. She was completely mine for the taking and fuck me, did I want to take it all. She wanted to make me jealous, and damn did it work. Just the thought of another male touching her, dancing up next to her….supplying her with shots, sent my wolf into overdrive. My wolf growls in my head at the very thought of others thinking they can dare to touch what is his, dare to think they would stand a chance. “Erik? Are you okay, you’ve been silent…” “My wolf…he….he wants you.” “He wants me…” “He’s wanted you from the very first time that we saw you, since you bargained for my life.” I grunt out, the memory of finding her for the first time as she was pleading for my life comes into mind. “What do you want?” She seductively que

Amara POV I’ve been sleeping in Erik’s bed for the last week, every night. Even if I try to go to my room first, he shortly comes and collects me, not leaving me a lone…like I was his new obsession…a toy he couldn’t put down. Behind the closed door of his bedroom, I was every part of a mate to him, his fingers…his lips didn’t leave me alone. Even when we slept his wolf would seek me out, yanking me into his arms, his touch possessive even in his dreams. Yet in the day, around the others, nothing has changed. Secret rendezvous in his office, hungry kisses when the hallway was empty, but when Estrid or Finn enter, he jumps away from me. I was the secret…again. Just like before. But this time was different, I don’t doubt his feelings for me, I know he wants me, he was just delaying telling others due to political reasons…Nina and her father still sniffing around. I was exhausted, extra sleepy from the physical demands on my body when I already wasn’t eating enough to keep up

Amara POV It takes longer to fall asleep than I was used to now, Erik’s absence by my side highly noticeable as my body refuses to adhere to my need for rest. I was used to him being next to me now, even in this small space of time…I stupidly allowed myself to think it would be like this for the rest of my nights. Him beside me. Me falling asleep in safe arms. For once I leave my bedroom door unlocked, knowing it wouldn’t stop him anyway, but part hoping he would see it as an invitation to join me when he returned. Which seemed to work, because during the night I feel warm hands wrap around my body and pull me to a strong chest. That sensation of warmth and safety finally returning to me….my mind now comfortable enough to rest. Until I am abruptly woken by Erik leaping out of bed….his sudden movements sending my senses into overdrive. “What is it, what’s wrong?” I reach for the lamp, blinking into the dimly lit room as my mate moves to the door, his hands rubbing at his