Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 5

**MERIKH POV**

Something snaps in me when I see Colette. Rage rises in my chest unlike anything I have ever

felt and my lycan. surfaces without me calling to it. Any pain I had felt from the accident dissipates, a hunger for revenge replacing it as my lycan roars, and we barrel toward the asshole who has her.

He doesn't move as my massive frame crashes into his chest, his sternum creaking in warning before the twanging sound of his lower ribs breaking rings in my ears. I slam him into the edge of the asphalt, a s Not a moment is wasted as I straddle his b*dy and my claws rain down on him. Every strike release the copper taste of blood into the air, sprays landing on my snouted face. He breaks into a fit of laughter, a si I tilt my head to the side, watching the blood pool around him as I stand up. The red in his eyes seems to drain, the whites returning and revealing blue eyes that morph into pain. His face distorts, a cry breaking from him as he is consumed by injuries I have delivered. He convulses before his eyes roll to the back of his head, and his b*dy stills.

What the hell was that?

"Alpha!" I hear Percy screaming my name and I spin intime to catch a werewolf as it lunges for my face.

My claws sink into its flesh as I side step and spin, throwing his b*dy into the truck that hit us. His b*dy slams into a jagged edge of metal, piercing through his back and through his chest. When I slide my eyes to Percy again, he shifts into his lycan form and rushes to Colette's unmoving b*dy, fighting

off two men of his own. A tight gripping in my chest spurs me to take a step toward her and see another b*dy to my right.

Where the hell are these guys even coming from?

Pain sears the back of my thigh and I hiss, twisting to look down and glimpsing a wolf biting my leg, then bounding back, ready to fight. Her hackles rise and her blood stained lips curls, taunting me as I try to reach out to grab her. She is fast, much faster than the other two assholes.

I take a step forward to attack her when I hear a sound on the cement, a crunch of the broken glass as if

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something being dragged, and I understand this bitch doesn't want to fight me. She is a distraction.

I turn on my heels, sprinting toward Colette, ignoring the weight of the wolf on my back as she latches onto my back. I force the pain of her relentless biting away and focus on the man dragging Colette. He has

the guy. Instead of tackling him, I grab hold of his n*ck with a

and looks off into

blood dripping down my skin, and in frustration, my fingers twitch,

drop him to the ground and reach over my shoulder, trying to grab the one on my back but miss. I try again. Once more, she evades my claws. In

roll off her, scrambling over to Colette as I kneel, unsure of how to hold her. In lycan form I am an eight foot tall

I want to do is hurt her more, so I lean forward, my arms framing her freckled face,

down, nuzzling our cool snout along

I know she is alive, but she is losing blood quickly and her leg needs healing

hear the roar of Percy's lycan and see him drop to his knees before

wolves. I jerk up to move, but catch the movement of more in my peripheral and I growl low in frustration. Where the hell are the rest of my pack who traveled with me?

around her as I pull her to my heaving chest. I sprint to Percy,

The tang of warm

on my massive feet, biting down to the vertebra as I spin, leaning forward to ensure he isn't close enough to grab for Colette, and then I twist my h

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his fists into the man's face before stopping short of killing him. "Want

walking over to him. Percy pants in his human form, hunched over and his face as red as his hair as he

are late," Percy hisses, rising to

reminds him as he snaps to one of

his exposed lower half. He reaches out to hand me a pair of sweatpants and quirks a brow

release Colette.

to put them on you?" He asks with a smirk and I glare at

need a healer now. And somewhere

some grass

and his eyes grow wide in shock. He steps close to me, frustration

don't like

grit out. "Do you think the grass is

is nowhere else?" he scoffs. "Then

will take her," our warrior medic says, putting his arms out. I scowl, taking a step

close.