Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 23

*Colette POV❞

Merikh paces back and forth, his hands sliding through his hair one minute and a scowl shooting my way the next. His lycan barely restrained and with every second 1 fear we are getting closer to it breaking free. My hand reaches out, but I stop myself, drawing it back to my stomach as I bite my lip and watch him fall apart.

Every part of my body screams to touch him, to be near him, but the hatred in his eyes chills my blood. If only he would let me explain. Let me tell him I chose him and slapped Grady when he kissed me. But I know it won't make a difference, not now. Not when he has already made his mind up that I am a liar, and someone he can't trust.

"Alpha," I swallow, not sure how to address him when he is this mad at me.

"Alpha?" he scoffs, a sardonic chuckle breaking free. "You make out with your ex-mate, lie about it and suddenly I am back to Alpha? You call me Merikh. Understood?"

I nod in agreement.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, wanting to counter his accusation with the truth. But Merikh isn't looking for the truth right now. He is looking for sanity and it feels like I am the reason for the lack of it

"I won't be marking you." Merikh finally states, stopping and looking at me.

His chest heaves violently, his breathing labored. Tears dot my eyes for yet another time tonight. It hurts, though I can't say am surprised. I've done nothing but wear a fake smile, but I knew the moment Grady stepped out that there was no way Merikh would want me anymore.

"Perhaps you should choose a different Luna," I murmur, my heart breaking at the thought, my wolf whining as she paces, unsure of how to react with me.

He is in my face in an instant, tearing me from the edge of the bed where I sit and dragging me to standing, Merikh's eyes are jet black and his voice melding with his lycans.

green

"Mine!" he snarls and I wince, looking away out of fear. His grip disappears just as fast as it had landed on me, and Merikh stumbles back into the dresser behind him. He shakes his head, then scrubs his hands down his face.

"I-I don't know what to say..." I admit and he glances at me. "Merikh I don't know how to fix this."

Time will fix it. I won't trust you, but I will mark you, eventually. But not like this. Not when I can't decide whether to fuck you or to kill you."

I can feel the blood leach from my face at his words. From the very first moment I met him, he was calm, collected, and put together. Even in his anger, it was never really pointed at me, being on this end of it, watching him come undone because of me..because of what I did it's tearing my heart to shreds.

I can see the war waging in his green eyes. The way his lycan rails against him, fighting for control. And I can feel the rug to him, the

has been. Granted, she has almost been

wolf" I gasp, as she lunges at the barrier in my mind, begging to be released, wanting to force him to

and rubs his nose along the inside and he nearly moans at the scent. Then he sinks his fangs into my wrist and I yelp in

lips and his eyes dance between

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arm that travels up and makes my hair stand on edge. Merikh shoves his wrist into my mouth and my eyes bulge, trying to force him away. "Bite. Down." he demands,

he takes his arm away and grips the back of my neck, dragging my forehead to his as he stares

after me, understood?" he asks,

swallow roughly, intoxicated by his

my life to

life to

the whole of the lycan and wolf shifter community" He says. I close my eyes, fighting my

shifter community.." I say, trying like hell to

of my Alpha, to never leave it unless I am forced and to follow where he

understand what is happening.

and never leave it. I promise to

is a twang in my chest, like

I ask. A strange

he sighs as

to crawl up his body and make him make me his isn't suffocating

my arm, wrapping the rag around my wrist. It's painfully obvious that he is avoiding eye contact as he looks

I was treated like an object and not a person. I've never had control, ever. But at least here it felt like I had some semblance of control over myself. Until right now, until what

you do to me?" I ask, struggling to keep my emotions out of my

have made a blood oath," he says so nonchalantly,

side?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.

force mate bond. Even when he marks me, if he marks me, the oath will remain intact until I find my mate or second chance mate, but there is

ability to find them. And for what reason? I would have stayed. I would have done what he asked and would have