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.

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 way his lycan rails against him, fighting for control. And I can feel the rug to him, the growing urge to reach out

stand near him my wolf seems to drool, going more hungry for a mark than she ever has been. Granted, she has almost been dormant for so long, so she hasn't been hungry for much. Which

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

He turns my wrist up and rubs his nose along the inside and he nearly moans at the scent. Then he sinks his fangs into

me. My blood stains his lips and

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travels up and makes my hair stand on edge. Merikh shoves his wrist into my

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

me, understood?" he

swallow roughly,

my life to this

my life to this

wolf shifter community" He says. I close my eyes, fighting

lycan and wolf shifter community.."

the side of my Alpha, to never leave it unless I am forced and

for a half second I hesitate, trying to understand what is happening.

e to stay by your side and never

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

A strange gentle

as

up his body and make him make me his isn't suffocating anymore.

in his hand and grabs my arm, wrapping the rag around my wrist. It's painfully obvious that he is avoiding eye contact as he

a person. I've never had control, ever. But at least here it felt like I had some semblance of control over myself.

I ask, struggling to keep my

he says so nonchalantly, like it isn't a life

ask, tilting my head to the side. "Yet you won't mark

me, if he marks me, the oath will remain intact until

one is exiled and the other I will never find because this oath, it blocks my ability to find them. And for what reason? I