Lahat ng Kabanata ng TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

RaguelAround the massive crescent-shaped table sat the alphas of the other eleven packs. My pack, the twelfth, had once stood as an equal among them, but everything changed the moment I became the first king of our world. My pack was superior now, a reality that seemed hard to comprehend for the men gathered before me.This was the official council meeting before the summit’s formal commencement, and the air was already tense.“How much longer do you expect us to sit back, Raguel?” Alpha Maximus spoke from his seat, his fists slamming onto the polished mahogany. “As the King, the burden of our survival is supposed to rest on your shoulders. Yet, look around. The extinction is swallowing our territories faster than we can track. Bloodlines are thinning, the wolves are going dormant. You have to be proactive, Raguel!”A murmur of agreement echoed from the other ten alphas.“People are disappearing from our history,” Alpha Victor growled.“My healers are overwhelmed,” another added.“So

RaguelThe mention of my mate by a man like Omar Romano was like a match dropped into a pool of gasoline. My wolf, already pacing the confines of my ribs from the Council’s insolence, surged toward the surface. I felt the skin across my knuckles pull tight, the heat of the Lycan blood simmering just beneath the surface.I said nothing and that heavy silence should have been enough warning for him.But Omar was a fool, a petty man whose ambition had always outweighed his intellect.“You truly must be the Moon Goddess’s favorite, Raguel. To be chosen not once, but twice,” he continued, oblivious or perhaps simply indifferent to the death warrant he was signing with every word. He leaned against the wall of the corridor, an envious smile playing on his lips. “Any of the Alphas in that room could have become the King. It could have been Bilal or Heath. It could have been me. If only we had been mated with—”“Another word,” I interrupted quietly. “Just one more word about her, Omar, and I

LyraThe mayor’s charming smile did nothing to erase the predatory gleam in his eyes. He brought his hands out from behind his back to smooth the front of his tailored suit.“Our future queen,” He said, tilting his head slightly. “I was hoping to have a word with you.”I glanced toward the ballroom doors and then back at him.His smile widened. “I promise not to keep you long.”That was exactly what people said before keeping you long.I knew that outrightly walking away would be termed rude, so I settled for polite, “Hello.”His expression softened, even though I could see a gleam of pretense in his eyes.“I wanted to take a moment to properly welcome you to our world.”“Thank you, Mr. Mayor.”“And, more importantly, I owe you an apology.”I blinked.“What for?”“Our first meeting.”I was taken aback by the fact that he was apologising to me.“Did Raguel put you to this?”“No,” he chuckled lightly. “He didn’t. This is of my own volition. I know I wasn’t exactly welcoming. Accept my a

LyraThe offer was an incredibly tempting one, an offer that guaranteed the freedom I had been ready to risk my life for just forty-eight hours ago in the back of a delivery truck.“I have a private transport waiting at the gates,” the mayor said, his voice dropping into a persuasive tone. “I have people in Australia, a couple of safe houses across three other European countries. I can provide you with a clean identity and enough money to set you up for life, Lyra.”I stared at the buttons on his expensive suit, my mind spinning. The idea sounded wonderful. This could be my way out of the nightmare I never wanted to be a part of. And with this new information about his first mate, every survival instinct in me screamed to take Omar’s offer and run.How could I trust a man who built his entire empire on the slaughtered remains of the woman he was supposed to protect?But as the temptation pulled me in, another memory flashed through my mind.I remembered the vulnerability in Raguel’s e

Lyra“Former fiancée,” the blonde-haired she-wolf corrected immediately, looking deeply offended on my behalf. “Let’s be accurate, ladies. Now that Lyra is here, Charlotte’s title has officially changed.” She turned to me with a wide grin. “Our queen is sitting right here.”I nearly choked on my drink.The dining room erupted in a hushed debate.“Do you truly believe Charlotte will just quietly accept her loss?” the younger brunette asked, leaning in. “We all know, her pride won’t allow her to simply disappear into the shadows.”“Exactly,” another woman agreed. “Charlotte is ruthless. She doesn’t accept defeats. I’m pretty sure she’s already calculating how to upturn this entire situation to work in her favor.”The blond-haired woman who had pointed out the correction chuckled softly, drawing my attention. She had warm amber eyes that drew you in until you were telling her all of your secrets. She smoothed the front of her designer gown and focused on me.“Ignore them, please,” she sa