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

getting close enough to lunge at the guy. Instead of tackling him, I grab hold

and looks off into the forest behind

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

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

of how to hold her. In lycan form I am an eight foot tall half man half

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

head down, nuzzling our cool snout

I know she is

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

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?

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

The tang of warm

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, his claws slicing through flesh

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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

human form, hunched over and his face as red as his hair

are late," Percy hisses,

around." He reminds him as he snaps to one of our warriors and catches a

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

release Colette.

He

healer now. And somewhere soft to

some grass

grow wide in shock. He steps close

don't like an option given, use your big

"Do you think the grass is

nowhere else?" he scoffs.

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

close.