Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 27

Colette POV

The second the door opens, the air in the room changes. It grows cold and Merikh's tension is palpable on my tongue. I move closer, catching a set of crimson eyes with a dangerous glint of amusement. His tongue darts out, licking his lips after he mutters something to Merikh, and I watch his knuckles grow white as he crushes the door handle.

Pushing my anger aside, I move over to Merikh, taking his hand in mine, and sliding my other up his arm to press my body close to his while looking at his perfectly angled face. Then the man clears his throat, vying for my attention, but I refuse to give him a single moment more when Merikh is barely holding on. Instead, I press up onto my toes and drop a kiss on his

cheek.

"Come, let's rest while we can." My heart is thudding and I am certain the man staring at us can hear it, but I don't care. I can feel not only his danger but Merikh's just beneath the surface and I know he needs this save. Our pack needs him to calm himself.

"You must be the New Luna?" the person says and I glance at him briefly, taking in his appearance.

He is thinner than Merikh, and though he is tall by most standards, he is not Merikh's level of tall. His shoulders are slender and his face is thin but attractive. Again, he has nothing on the specimen of a man I am clinging to.

"I am. Is there something we can assist you with...?" I ask, leading him so I get a name.

"Johannes," He says with a slight accent and a grin on his pale lips. I listen as best I can, trying to determine what he is without needing to be told. Then he shows me his fangs and I realize he is a vampire. "Prince Royale of the Vampire clans!

“Ah, I see.” I murmur, pressing my lips into a flat, unimpressed line. "I am Colette, Luna of the Lycans and werewolves"

Merikh twitches, his hand releasing the doorknob and taking mine in his and I can feel his eyes on me as I stand tall and introduce myself.

"Mmm, you don't look like much." He says, glancing at Merikh waiting for him to take the bait, but he doesn't.

"Did you get what you needed?" Merikh asks, seeming to finally snap out of his daze. He stares Johannes down, squaring his shoulder, and I can feel the way his muscles twitch

"Your reaction was a little underwhelming, I must admit. I really hoped you would be more excited to see me❞

"Are you two friends?" I ask, trying to get a sight into what the hell this hostile energy is.

"Friends?" Johannes tastes the word, seeming to swish it around in his mouth before he gives me a devious smile. "Depends on your definition. We shared a woman, so to some that would be friendly, no?" Merikh scoffs, taking a step forward but I cling to him with every ounce of me and he clears his throat sliding me a grateful

look.

luna," he

am royalty, Merikh. Did you really think my

coven? No. The council I thought had more

up to me to

kind any longer. What I do with your kind for a little fun is And I am not the only

on the council?" Merikh asks him and Johannes shakes his head with

you let you back on it. You being here, right now, it's the elders being nostalgic for the old days. But

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WAIT to swoop in and take your new luna

let you touch me." I growl, pushing my way in front of Merikh in a last-ditch attempt to keep him from attacking this asshole. “You may have been able to sway a weak, unworthy woman with promises of immortality, but I would rather die

ever be as weak as Lauren. We aren't her. We aren't some weak,

kindly fuck right off," he says, sounding amused before he slams the

know I am pinned against the closed door, Merikh looming over me with his arms on either side of my head as he

my eyes, and the way my heart seems to match his beat after skipping a few. Then he reaches out, cupping my face

I am putty in his hands, his to mold and do with what he needs as he gives me more genuine emotions than I have seen from

down, breaking the kiss. He presses his forehead to mine, out of breath, as he shakes. It breaks me to see him so vulnerable, so upset about seeing the man who made

his voice

I

asks, standing up straight. His emerald eyes search me,

"Mean what?"

over some huge gift he asked for and I tilt my head, my

matter how angry I am with you, Merikh, you gave me a home. You gave me a purpose, and I

at that moment, the way his eyes soften and he exhales like I had confessed that I loved

still choosing us." He whispers, his hand covering my and dragging it away from his face. He holds it in his between us, playing with my fingers,

coming to our pack, since choosing this as my path. The path of a luna has no room for the old me. The one who would let everyone, no matter what, walk

OVLT INC.

Queen and it's about damn time I

"His eyes...

changing the subject,

all have

brows, thinking of the wolves in the woods, trying to pinpoint the color of red in their hollow