All Chapters of Traded to the Wolf King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Erik POV I’ve been inside the Mystic Hallows pack, I’ve watched their warrior training sessions…so how has Catherine suddenly gathered this number of fighters within her pack. The pack doesn’t have this amount of warriors to spare, to send to their deaths….unless she was leaving the pack defenceless in the obsession with getting her sister back. Our mountains were a natural defence, the cold bitter air weakening the attackers before they even reach my borders. No one survives out here unless you slept in the snow as a baby, acclimatising to the atmosphere of these dangerous mountains. To venture to my lands was deadly enough…let alone launching an attack. She must have help…because not only is the supply of attackers endless, but they seem more skilled than the previous. Starting to make a dent into the numbers of Snow City pack warriors. I understand now, understand why they want her. Why they will stop at nothing to get her back. “Erik…” Estrid’s voice pushes thr

Amara POV I don’t even care that I’m dripping blood, the pain of my slit wrist doesn’t even register. All I can think about is what just happened. How Estrid went from dead to alive…my blood saving her. Not only did Erik go against me and force me to give blood…but he had somehow had my blood tested. He had somehow stolen my blood. Who would do such a thing…steal another person’s blood. It wasn’t just Erik though was it, in healing Estrid, it meant that all this time my family had been lying to me. It wasn’t just Catherine that I could heal, I had the ability to heal anyone. They lied to me…they abused me…cruelly mistreated me for their own gain. To keep Catherine strong, to keep her alive. They kept me weak, to keep her strong. What a complete betrayal of my father’s parental power, that he would use me…manipulate me…take my blood to heal the child with his fated mate. Did he ever love me… How, with one hand, could he take from me, and with the other hand, give to

Erik POVReluctantly I move to leave her, it went against my innate nature to leave her alone right now…but my presence was causing her distress…she needed time. She needed rest. I reach for the door handle, pulling the door open when her voice calls out to me from behind.“The thing that hurts the most Erik…I would have helped Estrid willingly. You only needed to ask, totell me the truth. I will always help others if it is within my power.”Her words sting me…my chest aching as her eyes hold such disappointment in them.Disappointment with me. All that trust…gone.I promised her I wouldn’t hurt her, that she was safe with me. “Alpha?”I’m not two seconds out of Amara’s hospital room when I am already needed.“Alpha…”“What?” I growl out, turning on my heel as I see Finn walking in my direction. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to deal with pack matters; I was fuming…at myself. Disappointed with myself above all things. My wolf was clawing at me from the inside…the need to sh

Amara POV His eyes burn with a red flame, a rumble emitting from his chest as his nostrils flare. “Are you always this grumpy when tired.” “Excuse me?”“Prime example of why you shouldn’t be out of hospital, you need more rest. Perhaps after some sleep your mood will improve.”He can’t seem to stop trying to control me, trying to tell me what to do. Insufferable man.“My mood will not improve Erik; I refuse to remain under the same roof as you.” I defiantly lift my chin up, holding his gaze…even as those heated eyes try to set me on fire. “We’ll see about that.” A hand snakes around my back, where he applies a small pressure and forces me away from the wall. A firm hand grips around my uninjured wrist as I am pulled towards the door. “What...wait, what are you doing?” I pull backwards, fighting against his hold. “I’m taking you back to the hospital.” “I told you, I am not going back.” “Oh yes you will.” “No, I won’t. You can escort me to that hospital as many times as you

Erik POV“Erik, stop…” Amara giggles out, her cheeks flushing as I scoop her up over my shoulder and carry her down the stairs to the kitchen. She hisses out in a soft protest; eyes of the house staff watch on, even the kitchen staff as I finally place her down, planting a kiss on her neck, on my mate mark.If the giggling and her red cheeks wasn’t an indication of what we have been up to, then her wearing my t-shirt was. The material completely engulfed her, the t-shirt acting more like a dress on her.“Stop what?” I press her against the kitchen side, before lifting her up and wrapping her thighs around my waist. She’s locked in place now, completely mine to devour.A clearing of a throat interrupts my tongue as it licks across Amara’s jaw line. Any giggling on Amara’s part abruptly stops when Nina enters the kitchen, her arrival resulting in the house staff silently exiting.“Wow we are in good spirits this morning.” She taunts out, my mood immediately souring at her unwelcome d