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

for a moment before getting close enough to lunge at the guy. Instead of tackling

and looks off into the forest behind me. I feel

blood dripping down my skin, and in frustration, my fingers twitch, crushing his windpipe

to the ground and reach over my shoulder, trying to grab the one on my back but miss. I

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

her more, so I lean forward, my arms framing her

lycan whines dipping our head down, nuzzling our cool snout along her

warm breath so I

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? If I don't go to Percy, he likely will be killed. But I refuse to leave

my razor sharp claw gingerly slipping around her as I pull her to my heaving chest. I sprint to Percy, clinging my luna close, then step behind the man closest to me before getting up behin

The tang of warm

tongue and my beast purrs in excitement. I spin 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 Percy takes the moment to lunge for the legs of the second guy,

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lands on top, hammering his fists into the man's face before stopping short of killing him. "Want

over and his face as red as his hair as he slides a

hisses,

were due to meet us, Percy. Not the other way around." He reminds him

it with a growl before pulling them over his exposed lower half. He reaches out to hand me a pair of sweatpants and quirks

release Colette.

expecting me to put them on you?" He

healer now. And somewhere

some grass

my Alpha tone and his eyes grow wide in shock. He steps

brother, Merikh. If you don't like

out. "Do you think the grass is where she

else?"

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

close.