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.

sigh and groans in frustration. Then he takes three measured steps close to me, but not too close. I can see the war waging in his green eyes. The

been. Granted, she has almost been dormant for so

my mind, begging to be released,

moans at the scent. Then

then he finally releases me. My blood stains his lips and his eyes dance between black and green. I clutch my wrist to

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my head around the burning in my arm that travels up and makes my hair stand on edge. Merikh shoves his wrist into my mouth and

moment his tangy blood touches my tongue, he takes his arm away and grips the back of my neck, dragging my forehead to

me, understood?" he

I swallow roughly, intoxicated by his

life

my life to this

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

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

never leave it unless I am forced and to

I hesitate, trying to understand what

side and never leave it. I promise to follow where you go,

leans in, stopping to look me in the eye, before he presses his lips to mine. The room spins, my heart racing as I reach out to touch his cheek, but he yanks away. There is a twang in my chest, like the feeling of a taut rubber band being snipped and

I ask. A strange gentle tingle

as he walks toward the

need to crawl up his body and make him make me his isn't suffocating anymore. That thread that always seems to grow tighter is suddenly slack

painfully obvious that he is avoiding eye contact as he looks anywhere but at me.

where 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

I ask, struggling to keep my emotions out

made a blood oath," he says so nonchalantly, like it isn't a

your side?" I ask, tilting my

Merikh has just stripped me of the ability of ever feeling a full force mate bond. Even when he marks me, if he marks

to find them. And for what reason? I would have stayed. I would have done what he asked and would have always remained loyal to him, to