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

up. He releases her ankle and looks off into the forest behind

down my skin, and in frustration, my fingers twitch, crushing his

the one on my back but miss. I try again. Once more, she evades my claws. In frustration, I allow myself

I kneel, unsure of how to hold her. In lycan form I am an eight foot tall half man half lycan, my b*dy

more, so I lean forward, my arms framing her freckled face, and I see a

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

I can hear her heartbeat, feel her warm breath so I know she is alive, but she is losing blood quickly and her leg

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

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

ear, my razor sharp claw gingerly slipping around her as I pull her to my heaving chest. I sprint to Percy, clinging

The tang of warm

spin, leaning forward to ensure he isn't close enough to grab for Colette, and

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other asshole, who turns to face me as someone in human form tackles him. He lands on top, hammering his fists into the man's face before stopping short of killing him. "Want him alive?" Hayes, my beta, asks and a sense of relief washes over me. My eyes close, my lycan retreating, knowing we have our back

pants in his human form, hunched over and his face as

late," Percy hisses, rising

He reminds him as he snaps to one of our warriors and catches a bag

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

release Colette.

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

a healer now. And somewhere soft

some grass over

growl with my Alpha tone and his eyes grow wide in

If you don't like an option given, use your

I grit out. "Do you think the grass is where she

there is nowhere else?" he

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

close.