All Chapters of TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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

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

LyraIt had already been two weeks since everything that had happened and Habeela was yet to wake up from her coma. By a stroke of luck, she had managed to survive the poisoned knife. Since then, she had been in my room with the in-house doctors monitoring her condition. All of them were hopeful that she’d actually wake up from the coma, despite the fact that she was unresponsive.I sat in the armchair beside the bed, a book resting forgotten on my lap. My fingers traced the mark on my collarbone—where Aaron’s knife had drawn blood.A low gasp cut through the silence of the room and I snapped my head up immediately, my heart doing an ecstatic leap against my ribs. On the bed, Habeela’s dark eyelashes fluttered and her fingers twitched against the sheets as her head rolled slowly to the side. Her brow furrowed before her eyes finally opened.They wandered around the room in confusion, blinking against the sunlight before settling on me.“Lyra,” she muttered.“Habeela,” I gasped, a wave

LyraThe door of Raguel’s room clicked shut behind us softly, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. My heart hammered against my ribs and I could feel Raguel’s eyes on me, burning into my back as I walked to the centre of his room.“What the hell were you thinking when you invited Miguel over?” His voice was low and dangerous.My throat tightened and swallowed hard. “I just—”“Don’t.” He took a step toward me, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the thick rug. “Don’t lie to me, Lyra. Don’t do that.”My pussy clenched involuntarily, a traitorous response to his murderous tone. I watched him approach, my body frozen to my spot in the centre of the room. His dark eyes glinted with mild anger and beneath it, there was a hint of possession.“You invited him here.” It wasn’t a question. “Without my permission.”I shrugged, trying to come off more confident than I felt. “I didn’t think you’d mind. After all, he saved our lives…”“Exactly.” He closed the distance between us, his free han

LyraI was still lost in my thoughts when I felt Raguel’s hand cover the hand on my knee. When I looked up at him, I realized we were already driving into the estate gates. The second the car rolled to a stop, a young guard rushed to open my door.“Thank you Chase,” I said with a sweet smile, chuckling when he blushed.Without waiting for Raguel, I hurried inside. “Habeela?”No answer.I climbed the stairs two at a time, making my way to her bedroom. On my way, a couple of maids bowed when they saw me, but I was already looking past them.“Is Habeela in her room?”They exchanged glances before one of them answered. “No, Luna. She stepped out a while ago.”My stomach dropped. “What do you mean stepped out?”“She left some hours ago.”I pulled out my phone again to check if she had dropped a message only to remember that she didn’t have a phone anymore.My heart began pounding so loudly that I could hear it.“Lyra.”I turned so quickly that I nearly lost my balance.Raguel was walking t