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

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

a face full of scars?” he leans forward, whispering. “I have scars. Just not where you can

clothed.” He winks

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

his eyes locking back on mine as

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

turning to face me once more, mischief

mate.”

grabs hold

growls possessively, taking my free arm and pulling me gently toward him. I gasp out in shock, an arm in each man’s hands as I look up

Colette. I will be taking her as my mate,” he

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

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dark. “Alpha Merikh, you don’t want her, I’m not sure you realize she

accept my offer?” He asks

for herself.” Alpha Bentley hisses, pushing me behind

Merikh steps into him, his imposing frame 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 to get him to see he doesn’t want me. That I will eventually let him down and then he will just have to kill me

wish to back out then speak now and I will prepare my warriors for attack. I

am nothing more than a pawn in some game. Yet the more I process his question the more I realize this is my way out. Forget the years of suffering or torment,

away.

to watch the man I love raise a child with the woman whose life goal is to make my everyday literal hell. Alpha Merikh may look

more and I nibble my lip and slowly nod

my chest hurting, and the room

“Excellent.”

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

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

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Shadows pack and The Lycan King, choose you, Colette, of the Black Mountain pack, to

hear. I draw in a shaky breath. It should be me saying these words to Grady, promising myself to Grady, yet here I

the here and now and I shake my head, my

the task at hand.

you, Alpha Merikh, to be my

buzzes with electricity. His eyes turn black as he pulls me close to his chest. Weak sparks flutter from his contact and

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