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.

asks, a cocky grin on his plush lips.

my hands, unsure of

leans forward, whispering. “I have scars. Just not where

winks at me and my cheeks

see this man but right now is an exception as he pulls Alpha Merikh’s attention from me. “Did you deliver the news to Alpha

informed me.” Merikh says, his eyes locking back on mine as

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

to face me once more, mischief swirling around him. “I will be choosing

mate.”

be fair, given the circumstances.” Alpha Bentley grabs hold of my arm, dragging me

out in shock, an arm in each man’s

her as my mate,”

up to my hairline as I try to process his insane

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

you accept my offer?” He asks

speak for herself.” Alpha Bentley hisses,

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

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

my mind,” he turns to face me. “If you wish to back out then speak now and I will prepare my warriors for attack. I

nothing more than a pawn in some game. Yet the more I process his question the more I realize this is my way

away.

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

you accept, Colette? Yes or no,” he asks once more 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

aisle where we face each other. Our

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Hidden Shadows pack and The Lycan King, choose you, Colette, of the

loudly for all to hear. I draw in a shaky breath. It should be me saying these words to Grady, promising myself to Grady, yet here I am acting on a broken heart

his throat, pulling me back to the here and now

the task at hand.

the Black Mountain Pack, choose you, Alpha Merikh, to be my mate

from his contact and I inhale sharply at the shock of it. I didn’t

picture I have nothing to lose but myself if I stay. This was my only choice. No, this was