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8: Revert This Mistake

Author: Miss Kim
last update publish date: 2026-04-30 06:25:00

My body felt locked in place, like my mind hadn’t caught up with what my eyes were seeing.

Raguel stood still in front of me.

The boys were shaking with terror, looking like they were about to piss in their pants.

“Alpha,” the leader choked out, his arrogance replaced by a whimpering terror. “We—we didn’t know.”

Raguel didn’t even look at him.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked quietly.

The boy’s mouth snapped shut.

Raguel moved like a shadow in a blur. One second, he was standing b
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  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   76: Co-Partners

    LyraMiguel recovered from the shock quickly and he crossed the distance between us in two quick strides. He gently took hold of my wrist, and guided me farther inside before carefully pushing the door shut.“Don’t say anything.” Miguel’s voice dropped to little more than a whisper. “The guards patrol this side of the grounds every fifteen minutes,” he murmured. “If they hear voices, they’ll come in to investigate.”I blinked at him. “You sound very experienced.”He smiled sheepishly. “I’ve had quite a bit of practice.”He slowly let go off my hand, letting out a long, ragged breath.I took my time to look around the building.The dozens of candles filled the small stone chamber with a soft golden glow that danced across old portraits and polished marble. There were two carved memorial stones standing side by side. Fresh white flowers rested before them and the air carried the faint scent of incense.“What are you doing here?” I whispered, my voice shaking.“I know what my brother sai

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   75: Miguel Again

    Lyra Servants drifted through the corridors carrying fresh flowers and groceries, maids spoke quietly as they walked past, and somewhere in the distance, I could hear the clanging of swords from the training grounds where Raguel insisted I would soon begin embarrassing myself. His words, not mine. “You’ll embarrass yourself for a week,” he’d said with that infuriating confidence of his. “Then you’ll improve.” “What if I don’t?” “Then you’ll embarrass yourself for two weeks.” I had threatened not to attend but he’d simply smiled and told me he’d see me later. I smiled to myself at the memory as I looked over the book I’d been pretending to read for the last twenty minutes. The key word being pretending because my thoughts kept wandering back to Aaron and all that happened yesterday. A knock interrupted my thoughts. “My queen?” “Come in.” A maid, Nora, stepped inside with an amused smile. “Luna Habeela is here to see you.” The book snapped shut. “Really?” “Yes. She insist

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   74: I'll Kill You

    RaguelFor some reason, I let Aaron choose the meeting place.There was no point inviting him into my territory when I wanted him so relaxed he’d spill the beans on his own.The café sat on the outskirts of the city, overlooking a quiet lake that reflected the gray afternoon sky. It wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty either. Enough people lingered over coffee and newspapers that neither of us would be tempted to make a scene.Emily had protested when she came back with Aaron’s response.“It could be a trap.”“I wouldn’t know until I get there,” I’d replied her.Aaron was already seated when I arrived. He looked different from the man who had stormed my gates. This time, he was freshly shaved, his clothes were expensive enough to suggest someone had recently taken an interest in financing his appearance.His eyes, however, remained the same—restless, sleep-deprived and wild.He watched me cross the room without standing.I took the seat opposite him.For several seconds, neither of us

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   73: Set Up a Meeting With Him

    RaguelFor all the stories people told about Alphas and Lycan rulers, nobody ever mentioned that half the job involved a ton of paperwork.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple before reaching for the next report.Tax disputes, border patrol rotations, a request to expand a village clinic, a complaint from two neighboring packs arguing over grazing rights.Despite all of the work, it was strangely comforting and predictable.Unlike everything else my life had become.A knock sounded against the study door.“Come in.”My beta and close friend, Emily, stepped inside carrying a black folder beneath one arm. Her head was bandaged where her scalp had split during the rogue attack.Her expression immediately told me this wasn’t another budget proposal.“We have a problem, Raguel.”I closed the file in front of me. “When don’t we?”She managed a faint smile. “This one’s new.”She crossed the room and placed the folder on my desk. “We have a situation with Aaron.”The name alone was en

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   72: I am Going To Train You

    LyraThe gates shut behind us as we drove into the compound.The car had barely stopped when I saw him.Raguel was halfway into the back seat of a waiting car, one hand gripping the open door while three guards surrounded him. His posture was rigid, and his face was filled with fury.The moment his amber eyes swung toward our car, he literally deflated. He got out, slammed the door shut and strode toward me.Before I could even open the door, he yanked it open and wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me down effortlessly. His eyes swept over my face first, then my shoulders, and then the rest of my body for any injuries. His nostrils flared as he scent-checked me right there on the driveway.“I’m fine,” I said quietly but he didn’t answer.Instead, he gently took my chin between his fingers, turning my face from one side to the other like he was searching for bruises I hadn’t noticed.“Raguel, I’m fine,” I repeated.Only then did he release a slow breath.“You’re late,” he raspe

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   71: Something Like That

    Lyra“Lyra?” Habeela rounded the corner and froze at the sight. “Is there a problem?” she asked calmly.“This is between my wife and me,” Aaron snapped.“It isn’t,” Habeela countered, stepping forward. “Take your hands off her right now.”Aaron laughed, tugging my arm. “Who are you to tell me what to do? Come on, Lyra, we’re leaving.”That was the moment Habeela moved.Her hand disappeared into her handbag. She pulled out a small canister, stepped directly into Aaron’s space, and slammed her thumb down on the nozzle.The pepper spray erupted directly into Aaron’s face and he let out a loud cry of agony. His grip on my waist vanished as his hands flew up to his face. I fell forward on my hands and knees, gasping for air.“My eyes!” Aaron continued yelling. “What did you—”“My goodness,” Habeela grinned. “It worked.”She slipped the small canister back into her handbag before grabbing my upper arm, her strength surprisingly solid as she yanked me to my feet. “Move, Lyra!”Habeela dragge

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   27: I Think I Should

    LyraI stood frozen, completely lost for words. The defiance that had been fueling me just a few minutes ago evaporated.Before I could find my voice to scramble for a retort, his grip on my waist tightened.“I think,” Raguel murmured, “it’s time I taught you some proper manners. I should punish yo

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   15: I Need To Leave

    Omar lifted his head slowly. I could see the barely concealed annoyance and irritation in his eyes. He looked at me longer again, like he was trying to make sense of something that didn’t add up. He shifted his gaze to Raguel. “She doesn’t look like Charlotte,” he muttered. “Not even close.”He att

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   14: But a Luna Queen

    A month ago, my biggest concern was whether the roast I’d prepared for Aaron’s dinner was seasoned well enough to earn a smile. I was a housewife, a shadow, a woman who measured her worth by the silence of her husband’s disapproval. Now, my entire existence was packed into a single suitcase in the

  • TRADED TO THE LYCAN KING   13: You’re no Prey

    I stared at the document resting on the floor like it was a death warrant. Anger and the sickening realization of Aaron’s cowardice rose in my belly. I stepped toward Raguel, his jacket sliding off my shoulders and hitting the floor. I didn’t care that my gown was torn.“Who do you think you are?”

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