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.

cocky grin on his

thought you would look different.” I stutter, wringing my hands, unsure of how to act in the

of scars?” he leans forward, whispering.

clothed.” He winks at me and

Alpha Bentley says, rushing up to me. I’m not sure I have ever been happy to see this man but right now is an exception as he pulls Alpha Merikh’s attention from

has informed me.” Merikh says, his eyes locking back on mine as if we are in

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replacement for my daughter.” Alpha Bentley

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

mate.”

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

growls possessively, taking my free arm and pulling me gently toward him. I gasp out in shock, an

will be taking her as my mate,” he announces

I rasp out shocked, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline as I try to process his

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toward 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-” Alpha

accept my offer?”

to speak for herself.” Alpha

casting an ominous shadow over us as his lip twitches in anger. “I will have Colette or we will

have no status. My mate rejected me.” I try like hell

prepare my warriors for attack. I do

pawn in some game. Yet the more I process his question the more I

away.

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

no,” he asks once more and I nibble my lip and

hurting, and the room

“Excellent.”

next few moments move in a blur. Someone speaks, thanking everyone for gathering or something to that effect. I can’t focus because I am too stuck staring at the man who is forcing me, of all people, to be his mate. No, not forcing. Maybe he is saving me.

leading me to the center of the aisle where we face each other. Our hands remain joined as he focuses solely

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Hidden Shadows pack and The Lycan King, choose you, Colette, of the Black Mountain pack, to be my mate,

breath. It should be me saying these words to Grady, promising myself to Grady, yet here I am acting on a broken heart and impulse. I

back to the here and now and I shake my head, my eyes closing as I

the task at hand.

Mountain Pack, choose you, Alpha Merikh, to be my mate and my alpha.” I

flutter from his contact and I inhale sharply at the shock of it.

Grady out of the picture I have nothing to lose but myself if I stay. This was my only choice. No, this was the right