Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 28

"Merikh

11 POV

Colette steps out of the bathroom, her scent wafting from the steam that follows behind her. She looks more prepared, like the shower provided her with liquid courage.

Her hair is soft and wavy, falling over her delicate shoulders that are exposed in her pale blue summer dress. The soft ruffles. remind me of waves lapping at the shore as they cascade over her bust and down one side where a slit reveals a portion of

her smooth skin.

She looks divine. A breath of fresh air after a lifetime being lost in the Marianas trench. My heart races as I meet her eyes, my mouth dry. Colette watches me curiously before growing noticeably nervous and she crosses her arm across her belly. holding the other arm while she looks away. I hate she feels she has to hide, like she has no idea how damn stunning she is

"Don't do that." I rasp out, standing from the edge of the bed as I move toward her. "Do not ever hide."

"I'm not used to dressing like this..." she frowns,

"You look beautiful." I tell her sincerely.

It won't be hard to make it seem like I can't keep my hands off her in a dress like this. The lycan in me is rallying against my sane mind, begging to make me force her to change. To cover her up and not allow anyone to see her like this but us. But I want everyone to stare. I want them to look at her and gape.

Colette needs to see what she can do, what she has always been capable of. She has always been stunning, but since coming to my pack, she has flourished. I know she wasn't being poisoned in her old pack. Not in the way she thinks she was. But she was sickly, her soul malnourished and her wolf suffered, making her thing and gaunt.

Not anymore.

A month of good food, exercise and people who treat her well. Well...most people who treat her well. I wince inwardly, hating that I'm the one who causes her stress. I am the one who hurt her and ruined us. It's not fair to punish her for my insecurities, but yet... I can't find it in my pride to tell her that. Not yet.

Not when I know that this is just a small amount of the hatred she will send my way when she finds out at the first meeting.

Her soft hand touches mine, and I shake myself from my thoughts, taking her in once more. Damn, she is perfect. Her lips part and I lick mine.

"You don't have to flatter me," she mumbles.

"I'm being honest." I say firmly.

behind her car. I reach out, undoing it and then I look her in the eyes, making sure she can see

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pains me to hear

say, deciding to give her back a little control. "If you would prefer to stay behind, or both of us to stay behind, I can

easy to skip this dinner with a simple lie. To them, we are recently mated, and it would be perfectly reasonable to say we

says, shaking her head.

are sure?" I check once

soften, but she says nothing. Instead, she hides a

her as she slips her feet

evening and if you need to escape, you only need to lean in and whisper. These people can be they can be a lot. You thought I was a monster being the Alpha of Death? You are about to come face to

shoulders and sets her lips. She

Lama of the Werewolves and Lycans," she says firmly. "They don't scare me. Not when you are at

can't tell if she means it or not and I chose not to dissect it 100 much because true or not, those words are what I have needed to hear from a mate for so long. My heart feels lighter and my lycan purrs with delight

I give her a wink using the name she announced herself as Luna with. "Let's

some monsters."

and grabbing my bicep as well, pulling herself closer as we enter the dining area. Everyone is chatting merrily, laughter floating through the large space before it stops and all

sitting roughly back in

as Florence laughs and the others watch in silence. It's strange how the others don't join in, but I assume they are already fed up with these

who was supposed to be coming late into this whole charade, saunters into the

shaking her hair out and flashing a quick smile. "We

everyone in his navy shirt and linen pants with a stern look. He smells of the ocean

asks, taking his seat, thin looking up

I announce, and he frowns,

"A new one? Already?"

three years." I

I

well aware she was

suppose that doesn't inspire much of an undying loyalty." he frowns. "Sit. Eat. We will have a

tomorrow."

and I tense, not happy about splitting up from Colette. She glances up at me, fear-filled eyes, and I decide to take a

of Casplan and I sit, then I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her into my lap. She feels tense at first until I pull her hair

chair next to Johannes not good enough for her?" Florence spits at us and Colette snaps her