Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 200

**Epilogue 16 years later**

* KYRA*

“Mom!” Tiago groans, annoyed, as he pushes my hand away and rolls his eyes. I smile at him softly, shaking my head at him.

“You had ash on your shoulder.” I tell him, and he frowns.

“Because I was practicing with Dylan again,” he says in true teenage form.

“Okay, okay!” I put my hands up in fake defense, stepping away. “I will back off.”

“Sorry,” He mutters as he drags a hand down his perfect olive skin tone. “I’m just…do I have to go? Can’t I stay here a few more years?”

My heart breaks as I bite my lip, trying to keep the tears from spilling from my eyes. It’s been a solid week of sobbing since Teiran sent word that he wanted Tiago ready to come back and that he wanted Hayes and me to accompany as proxy of the Lycan kingdom. But we won’t be going for a few more days, as Tieran wants time alone with his brother.

“You love visiting Teiran,” I remind him. “And besides, it’s not like you can’t just fly back when you miss me and dad and want a hug.”

“It’s not you and dad I’d be coming back to visit,” he teases and I scoff at him.

“Seriously? You’ll come back to hang out with your cousins, but your dad and I are chopped liver?”

“Please, it’s not them he will be missing. It’s this little princess.” Hayes says, entering the room holding Claire, our redheaded, green eyed, four-year-old monster. Tiago’s eyes light up and he brushes past me with a smirk as he rushes over and puts his arms out for her.

“There’s my baby sister!” he grins, tossing her up as she giggles and holds onto him tight.

“Wow. I see your whole ‘I have no favorites’ was a straight up lie,” Zeke frowns, leaning in the doorway. Tiago shakes his head and looks at his fifteen-year-old brother and then he walks over and ruffles his hair.

“She is the princess,” Tiago reminds Zeke, who rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah I know.”

“Tiago, you have everything you need, right?” Hayes asks, admiring our three kids as they turn their attention to him.

“Yeah,” He nods.

“When will you be back?” Zeke asks, looking away as he tries to hide the disappointment on his face.

“As soon as I can get away to come visit.” He responds. Then he drops a kiss on Claire’s freckled cheek and sets her down.

“Can you stay longer?” Claire asks in her little high-pitched toddler voice, her eyes wide as tears stream down her face.

“Not this time, firefly,” he says, squatting down and tugging at her little strands of hair. “But I promise to visit a lot, okay?”

“Can you bring me a present too?” She whispers, and I exhale.

“Oh, of course I will.” He tells her before he stands and straightens his jacket.

“Okay, well, since I’m not flying this time, I really have to get a move on.”

“I’ll walk you to the door.” I offer, moving over to him as I hook my arm in the crook of his elbow. He looks down at me, his height now a good four inches higher than my own. “You know, to avoid the woods to the northeast?”

“Yes mother, I remember. Uncle Merikh has spoken to me about the witches and the magical contract that is in place. No dragon enters their territory and they don’t use their magic to harm or possess anyone. I’ve been told about it for over the last twelve years, since I was old enough to understand.”

I nod, knowing he tires of these same old questions, but what he doesn’t know is just how scared I am for him. Tiago, a dragon and creature of chaos, somehow turned out to be the sweetest, most compassionate person I have ever met. What if something breaks him? What if he loses sight of who he is, truly, and now WHAT he is?

“Sorry,” I whisper, swiping at a tear as I chuckle. “Ugh, I’m such a mess. My first baby is leaving me.”

He reaches out, placing his hand over mine, and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Mom, I’m never far, and I promise I will be around more than enough to drive you crazy.”

“Maybe I can convince Teiran to let you stay with us longer…” I say hopefully, knowing full well that is not a possibility.

Teiran was ready to give over the throne when Tiago was twelve. He has often said he can’t understand why Tiago is taking so long to grow up and hit the median age so he can take over the throne. Hayes has always been adamant it is because Tiago had Dylan and Harmony and he subconsciously wanted to grow up with them.

Though I’m not certain there aren’t parts of him that aren’t bits of Giselle, the phoenix who mothered him. He has always had that need to be approved of, the constant want and need for validation and love. I feel getting that from us and kids his own age is what led to him wanting the normal life we could provide him.

“Mom,” He says, slowing down as he turns to face me. “I know I act hesitant, but I think I am ready to learn, and with Teiran finally settling down with Flora as a chosen mate, it’s nice to give him that chance.”

I look up at him with pride, this young man before me so filled with conviction and goodness. I reach out to pat my hand over his heart.

“Tiago, you are such a blessing in our life. Thank you for choosing us.” I say the words, a hoarse whisper as the tears well up again in my eyes. “Being your mom is the best thing that ever happened to me, to us.”

He tilts his head, his brows furrowing.

“Mom, you chose me just as much as I chose you. I was an infant. Imprinting on you was life or death for me, but you loving me from the moment you saw me? That was braver than anything I could do.” Then he reaches out and dries my tears with the sleeve of his coat. “Thank you for loving me enough to be my mother.”

I cover my mouth as I nod and sob, wrapping my arms around him as he laughs.