Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 4

I stare at Merikh's back; the moonlight filtering in and highlighting the jagged raised scars that litter his skin. My fingers itch to touch them, to trace it down under his shoulder blade and across his spine, but I do He wasn't wrong when he said he carries many scars but not on his face. A deep gash catches my attention, and it sit up slightly, leaning in to get a better view. It looks like teeth marks and a chunk of his flesh My hand gently flutters across it, his hot skin sending a thrill up my arm and straight to my chest. What had he done to get these scars? Who had he fought and how awful was his pain? Questions rush to the f well, verbally mated to the scariest guy in the lycan and werewolf realms, he is just a man.

"Do they gross you out?" He asks and I jump, my hand recoiling from his skin as I blaze in embarrassment at getting caught.

"Where did you get them?" I ask him. Merikh sits up in the bed, his back muscles rippling around the scars that make up the majority of his skin.

"Do they gross you out?" he asks again and I frown.

"Of course not." I tell him, though he doesn't seem to believe me as he scoffs and reaches for a shirt. He tugs it over his head with a heavy sigh, then looks over his shoulder.

"When do we leave?" I ask, changing the subject as I watch him slide on a pair of denim pants and move toward

the dresser.

"Are you eager to leave?" He asks, pausing and looking at me over his broad shoulder.

"yes..." I admit.

"Then we will leave now." He says. "All your stuff was packed and placed in the vehicle up last night."

"But it's two in the morning..." I tell him, my mouth gaping open, the thought of not being able to say goodbye to Grady, rejected mate or not. He was the only light spot in my life for so long. "I just want to be home with my Luna." He levels me with a stare and I gulp. "The pack will be excited to meet you."

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I feel that thick sludge of shame creeping back up in my mind, and I look away. His pack will hate me when they sense how weak I am. Will I be some joke there too? Or worse, am I just the means to an end for a political statement and he has someone else back in his pack?

It would explain his desire to get home. His lack of wanting to be intimate as the mate bond dictates and even as we k*ssed I could feel His hesitation. My chest burns at the thought and I tuck a hair behind my

1. me.

I am weak, easy to manipulate, and less likely to comment on him having a preferred mistress. And why shouldn't he? It's not like I would promise him any strong heirs. No, I'm a pawn.

A piece on his chess board to further his reach in the werewolf lycan communities. And I'm okay with that. I think. But if that were true, then why does the thought make me want to throw up? "What is going on in that mind of yours?" He asks softly and I lift my eyes, my gaze clashing with his. I force a smile. But he doesn't seem to buy it, though he doesn't say anything either. "Just excited to leave this place." I tell him honestly.

"Good. Percy will be here in a moment to take you to the SUV."

"Percy?" I ask

like I know what that means. I've never understood the

a sign of disrespect to leave without informing the

a sign of disrespect to be physically accosted by the Alpha's daughter when you

I look

knock on the door saves me from the silence filling the room, and Percy enters, an excited

being pulled around as we speak, I can walk Luna Colette out, so

slide a glance to him, his eyes trained on me and he

disrespect must be returned. If Bentley takes issue with our leave, he will reach out to let me now and then I

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me along beside him. It's not entirely easy keeping up with a man about a solid foot or more taller than Not a single soul is up as we

seat, and Merikh slides in next to me, his b*dy imposing as it takes up more space than a normal person would. Again,

landscape dusting it with a beautiful glow outlining everything I have never

"Will

the front, as I watch miles stretch by separating me from the pack that I called home. The pack that looked down on me and the people who made it their life's journey to all ways

twists at the thought of him and move around in the seat. trying to get comfortable and force him from my thoughts. Goosebumps erupt over my

frowns and his arm lifts, swapping around

the sigh that breaks

murmurs, and

he doesn't respond. He then clears his throat, his thumb rubbing circles on my upper arm as

do you like to do, Colette?" he asks, and

to read." I

you have? You can't have tended to

are hoping for, but I have no

To you I am just Merikh." he whispers, leaning his head

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I swear I feel him

draw? Or garden or

giggle. "Drawing would require materials, which I would not have been granted. I would kill a garden if had one. I would

awful singer." I say with a soft

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that." He says sweetly and I smile up at him for the first time with a genuine, unscared smile.

didn't scare you away, then there is no doubt my singing will. I was told my voice