Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 101

Training has been awful. All six hours full of exhaustion and stupid skills that refuse to surface, no matter how hard I try to call them. Moving water it seems is easier when I don’t think about it. But with the constant demand for perfection, how can I not think of it constantly?

I try to get in touch with the way the ocean kisses my skin with every passing wave. To tap into the sea life that thrives in the very water I am trying to channel, yet the best I can muster is a rising spout that barely rises before it tumbles back into the ocean.

“No,” Zale scoffs as he drops his head back, showcasing his annoyance. “Have you ever even tried to use your abilities before?”

My annoyance flares at his rude attitude. He is clearly threatened by me, or just a jackass by nature. Either way, I am sick of being treated like an idiot who has zero skill when I know for a fact I have done things that even my father was shocked by.

“Have you ever taught anyone before?” I snap back at him, cocking my head to the left as he presses his lips together in an unpleasant frown.

“No.” He bites out.

“Yeah, that much is clear.”

“Look, I was told to get you prepared as fast as possible, that you have the gift and it comes naturally, but all I am seeing from you are little spouts that my kid can do better than you.” He says, lifting his hands in a shrug. “I can’t train someone who has zero talent.”

“What did I do to offend you?” I ask, shocked by how blunt he is with his dislike for me.

“You shouldn’t exist,” he says through clenched teeth.

“And yet I am here, and your king is asking you to do this.” I say simply.

He isn’t saying something that I haven’t heard over and over again. And family or not, I don’t know this asshole, just like he doesn’t know me. But that doesn’t excuse him, thinking he can speak to me in this way.

“Start again from the beginning.” He says, sighing heavily.

“And do what?” I ask him.

“Something! Anything more than what you are currently fucking doing!” He roars.

“Well, that is super helpful.” I groan, flipping my middle finger at him as he turns his back to me, placing his hands on his head. He whips around, his eyes filled with anger as I shrug. “Why didn’t you just say that before?”

He glides closer, his fishy lips twitching as he gets ready to go off on me again, so I tune him out, my eyes sliding closed as I reach out for the feel of the water within.

My body grows calm, my wolf whining in satisfaction as I let my frustration win. My hands fall to my side, below the waterline, the current around my legs picking up in speed and pull as I lift my arms.

Zale’s eyes grow wide as he looks down at the water wrapping up his body in a tight swirl, encasing him completely before he is lifted up in a swirling circle of treacherous waves. My body grows weaker with every passing second and he begins to slowly descends back down.

“That’s good,” I hear my father’s voice behind me. “Open yourself up to the natural flow of the water, feel the way it ebbs and flows. It does the same through you…”

I try to catch what he says is there, and though I can sense it, the feeling is fleeting and I drop Zale into the water, panting as I do so. My father’s hand rests on my shoulder and I turn to look at him, his eyes still tired and his cheeks still sunken from his exhaustion.

“You should be sleeping.” I tell him, and he chuckles.

“And miss my daughter come into her skills? Never.” He whispers.

“You mean miss me and Zale bickering?” I tease, and he furrows his brows.

“Zale is not the type to argue or bicker…” He says, looking at Zale, who floats with his arms crossed and dagger eyes pointed right at me.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should remind him of that. He seems to think I should be dead because of what I am,” I mutter, sticking my tongue out at the frowning fool who guffaws at my action.

“He said that to you?” Caspian asks, his eyes soft and his mouth set in a frown.

“Maybe…” I mutter, biting the inside of my cheek, suddenly feeling like a traitor for telling on him.

“Zale.” He commands, his voice rippling over the water like a tremor. Zale goes stiff, diving into the water before rushing to us. He skirts his eyes over me as he pops up.

“Yes, my king?” Zale asks, whisking over.

“What did you say to my daughter?” He asks, arching his brow.