Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 2

The man at the end of the aisle is impossible to miss, his back to me as he speaks with one of his own clan. I can only assume he is Alpha Merikh and my skin grows cold. My idle hands smooth the bodice of my dress as I try to focus on my erratic breathing, my nerves frayed as I march down the aisle toward potential doom. Each step brings me frighteningly closer to the mountain of a lycan.

I lick my lips, ready to give him the speech I whipped up, but I freeze as he turns to face me fully, my breath catching in my throat and eyes growing wide. I am utterly distracted by his looks. Eyes as green as emeralds, a facial structure carved by the heavens and an imposing aura that entraps you, draws you in. And much to my surprise, no scar marks his perfect face. I tilt my head, confused.

This can’t be Alpha Merikh. I’ve heard stories of the Alpha of Death and the scars that have kept him hidden for years. But this guy…this guy is ethereal. He is handsome in the truest form; he is literal perfection. How am I supposed to tell him his Alpha is being stood up?

“You do not look like the picture provided,” he says, his eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“You are not Alpha Merikh.” I say, dumbfounded. He looks amused, shoving his hands into his pockets, rocking

back on his feet.

“No?” He asks and I furrow my brows.

“I mean, are you…Alpha Merikh?” I whisper,

“You do not think I am, so I must not be,” He answers with a shrug and I feel a wave of relief come over me.

“I need you to give a message to your Alpha, or take me to him to deliver it myself. But it is urgent.” I rush out.

“I can deliver a message.”

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“His contracted mate will not attend the ceremony.” I tell him.

“Are you telling me that the treaty is dead?” He asks.

“No! No, they are going to find him a new mate. A better one.” I squeak out, looking around for Alpha Bentley, praying he hurries up before Alpha Merikh makes his way out expecting to start a ceremony that isn’t happening. at least not yet.

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“And who could be better than the Alpha’s daughter?” He raises a brow.

“Anyone would be better than Leslie.” I mutter under my breath.

“Then I should choose a mate of my own liking.” He offers. I stare at him horrified that he heard me then his words settle in and my horror turns to terror when I realize he is talking about himself which means…

“Y–you are Alpha Merikh,” I whisper, awareness trickling down my spine as I force myself to meet his amused gaze. I just spoke like an equal to the Alpha of Death. The lycan king himself.

he asks, a cocky grin on his plush

wringing my hands, unsure of how to act in the presence of royalty. Am

of scars?” he leans forward, whispering. “I have scars. Just not where

He winks at me and my

to see this man but right now is

back on mine as if we are in some silent battle I’m

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replacement for my daughter.” Alpha Bentley rushes out, his eyes

need,” Merikh says, turning to face me once more, mischief swirling around him. “I will be

mate.”

suppose that would be fair, given the circumstances.” Alpha Bentley grabs hold of

pulling me gently toward him. I gasp out

I will be taking her as my mate,” he announces and my mouth goes

my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline as I try to process

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him harder and Merikh releases his hold with a growl, his eyes growing dark. “Alpha Merikh, you don’t want her, I’m not sure you realize she is a maid. She takes care of Leslie and-”

accept my offer?”

to speak for herself.” Alpha Bentley hisses,

Merikh steps into him, his imposing frame casting an ominous shadow over us as his lip twitches

side, ignoring my protests. “I’m no one. I have no status. My mate rejected me.” I try like hell to get him to see he doesn’t want me. That I will eventually let him down and then he will just have

turns to face me. “If you wish to back out then speak now and I will prepare my warriors for attack. I do not have time to make

I get the feeling I am nothing more than a pawn in some game. Yet the more

away.

raise a child with the woman whose life goal is to make my everyday literal hell. Alpha Merikh may look like an angel of death but his offer is the

once more and

I whisper, my chest hurting,

“Excellent.”

or something to that effect. I can’t focus because I am too stuck staring at the man who is forcing me, of

the aisle where we face each other. Our hands remain joined

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choose you, Colette, of the Black Mountain pack, to be my mate, my

to Grady, yet here I am acting on a broken heart and impulse. I hope when Grady hears of this it hurts him just as much as his betrayal is hurting

here and now

the task at hand.

Mountain Pack, choose you, Alpha Merikh,

black as he pulls me close to his chest. Weak sparks flutter from his contact and I inhale sharply at the shock of it. I didn’t realize that chosen

of the picture I have nothing to lose but myself if I stay. This was