Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 14

"Colette POV

I rub my eyes, certain I must be going crazy as I peek and see Merikh's sleeping form. He stayed. Here I thought he would leave after I fell asleep. Not that he isn't a man of his words, but he is a busy man. Lo

I press my lips together nervously, looking over his slightly stubbly cheeks and the way his lips are pursed open slightly, a soft whistling nose filling the room with every exhale. He is snoring, lightly and someho to understand when the hell I would ever consider snoring of any kind S*xy. Is that the mate bond? Working to make me want him more until I just eventually give in?

I gently move closer, my fingers reaching out and hovering over his face as I frame his cheeks with my hands, being careful not to wake him.

"You are staring," he says in a low husky voice that makes me reel back in shock, rolling away and nearly flying off the bed. His arm wraps around my waist, yanking me back as I twist, and he rises on to his el "Sorry," I mumble, my eyes skirting to his lips, where I watch a small smirk appear. I look away, toward the window, and fake a yawn. "I guess it's morning."

"Mmm," he affirms with a vibrating hum and I fight back a shiver.

"We should get up," I say, though it lacks confidence.

"Should we? Do you have plans I don't know about?" He asks me and I chuckle.

"Yes, with all my friends I have here." I say and slap my hand over my mouth. It came out snarkier than I've ever spoken before, but instead of being upset, he just smirks.

"Apparently, along with your strength coming back, so is your

sass. I imagine you've been holding it in for years." He's not wrong. I look at him, worried, and he just shakes his head. "Sass me all you want, Colette. I find it endearing."

"For now," I snort and he sits up, rolling from the bed.

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"Come, let's get some breakfast." He says, looking over his shoulder.

"Like...eat with you?" I ask, taken aback.

Merikh turns to face me with an air of amusement.

"As opposed to what? eating you?" He asks and my face flames in embarrassment.

"I didn't mean it like that?" I rush out and his smile grows wider.

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I see the twinkle in his eye, the pleasure he is getting from my heated skin and inability to look him in the face. Oh, he knows what I meant...unless...he doesn't and I'm just a dirty minded girl. I've never let my mind wander to such places before and here I am......

"Let's get breakfast and maybe you could recount what happened last night. The more we know, the more we can try to figure out what they are after." He mutters, moving toward the door. I scramble out of the "What do you usually eat for breakfast?" He asks as we leave the room and I furrow my brows, looking up at him.

"I don't usually eat breakfast."

"Coffee then?" He says, but I can hear his disappointment.

"Iced Coffee." I smile at him, and he grins, looking pleased. I don't dare tell him I drink it iced because it was always the day old coffee

that I would sneak before the kitchen maids would empty the pot each night. Iced coffee is iced coffee, so why should he care it wasn't fresh or actually was more room temperature?

will have a spread of food for you to choose from," he says

the mindlink?" I ask, and

this as its pack, but you have not been formally accepted or

reaction.

the hurt well, though. He still hasn't presented me to his

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hand through every grudgingly slow 'training' session

away from everyone else. It is feeling more and

not a feeling I am keen on. The thought of him having a true Luna elsewhere creeps into the back of

glance to

mine.

he looks down the hallway we are venturing. The moment is sweet, and my stomach se have joined a gymnastics

+5

and I give his

noticeable, but one that says I like the touch. Because I do. I feel

suddenly fills with saliva, the drool reminding me just how hungry I am,

chuckles to

we made

lips and I bite back a laugh.

try all these things I have watched Leslie enjoy and taunt me with since I can remember. Oh, could see me now, she would

everything that was prepared, but the thought of eating it brings back the memories of my maid training. The discipline I was told from a young age I had to learn. I was lowlier even compared to them. Merikh ushers me to the dining room table before he maneuvers around my chair and loads up one plate, laying it before me. Then he grabs his own and sits next to me. "Eat," he says, pushing a fork into my hand as I look at him. All the memories of the painful beatings, the way my

concerned frown on his lips as he stands at the counter, paused.

but it falters when I

food. I close my eyes and shovel whatever I get on my fork into my mouth and I moan. The hash browns mixed with

eggs tastes like heaven as I chew and swallow, opening my

me. I tilt my head, looking at it as he

shit." I mutter, slurping more of it down. "What is this? It's

at me confused. "Do you

nod, and

you a serial killer? Iced coffee should

"I wasn't-"

forward and resting his elbows on the table, his eyes. glued to me. But I can't find the will to care as I set up a routine

coffee.

night?" he asks finally and I slide my

you anything you

tell me, what was your dream about?" He

my plate, looking out the window with

nightmare I always have. Well,

"What was different?"

echoing in my head, the clarity and fear in the

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mother I could

above his nose and he hums