Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 72
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Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 71
Chapter 71 Percy grins when he sees me walking down the hallway toward him. The relief I feel only shows how much this young gamma has grown on me and…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 70
Chapter 70 Merikh scoffs, looking away from me angrily, his jaw clenching. I look up at Caspian, who looks between my mate and me with a somber look on his…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 69
Chapter 69 “Colette” I stare at myself in the mirror, my hair wet and dripping down my bare shoulders as I tilt my head, watching the droplets with intense concentration.…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 68
Chapter 68 “It’s not that simple.” Elm says, sitting forward. “She is my queen, their queen. I can not simple declare she is not bt for the role and rai…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 67
Chapter 67 Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. “Merikh Elm’s words ring in my ears. The severity of…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons – Chapter 66
Chapter 66 Merikh sits on the edge of the bed, his muscles quivering as he stares at Hyacinth, who looks out of place in her velvet dress and crown. I…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons Chapter 65
Chapter 65 person Hayes is frantic, not thinking right as he rushes through the woods, his head swinging from side to side. We know the who is controlling them is…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons Chapter 64
Chapter 64 “I should get back to Merikh,” I mutter. Confliction stirring in my head and chest. I know Caspian is right. My powers, whatever they may be, could very…
Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons Chapter 63
Chapter 63 Merikh looks at me with a small frown, his face pale and sweat beading on his brow. It’s obvious he is in pain and exhausted. I should help…