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

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

into the forest behind me.

in frustration,

back but miss. I try again. Once more, she evades my claws. In frustration,

her. In lycan form I am an eight

last thing I want to do is hurt her more, so I lean forward, my arms

our cool snout along her

move. I can hear her heartbeat, feel her warm breath so I know she

roar of Percy's lycan and see him drop to

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

chest. I sprint to Percy, clinging my luna close,

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

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face before stopping short of killing him. "Want him alive?" Hayes, my beta, asks and a sense of relief

will remember anything." I murmur, walking over to him. Percy pants in his human form, hunched over and his face as red as his hair as he slides a glare "Interesting," Hayes says, then he reaches down and swiftly and painlessly breaks the man's n*ck

hisses, rising to

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

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

release Colette.

put them on you?" He asks with a smirk

somewhere

some

grow wide in shock.

also your brother, Merikh. If you don't like an option given, use your big boy words, not your big boy

Luna Hayes," I grit out. "Do you

is nowhere else?" he scoffs. "Then

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

close.