Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 29

"Colette POV

I can't help but feel bad for Caspian, as he looks away from me, unable to look me in the eye. It's obvious that he may not have a queen now, but at one point there was someone he cared for, loved maybe.

I tilt my head, taking in his graying hair and the way his skin seems to glisten as if he dusted with a soft morning dew. He is a handsome man, looking dashing in his expensive clothes as he eats in his silence But king of the council or not, he is still a

man, or part man.

"What is it like?" I ask, making him pause mid bite. "The ocean?"

He places his spoon down. Caspian turns in his chair to face me, his curious eyes taking in my face a spark of interest in his deep grays.

"That's a strange question," He says, but the malice isn't there, instead he places his elbows on the table and leans on them, watching me with a curious glint in his eyes.

's just that I've never been to the ocean before." I give him a soft smile. "I've always wondered what it feels like or even looks like under the waves."

"It's a shame you haven't experienced for yourself." He says, returning my smile. "The ocean is-

"Wet, and smells of fish" Florence interrupts, mumbling into her glass of whatever alcohol can get supernatural beings drunk. I'm not entirely sure they can get drunk, but with how she acts, she has to be drunk. All the time.

"My first time being near a body of water was when I came to my new pack." I say ignoring Florence and reminiscing about the lake that instantly made me feel at home. The way the water just calmed me. The sound, the feel, having it near me.

"And did you enjoy it?"

I nod, giddily. "The water is magical."

"It is indeed." he gives me a tight smile, before clearing his throat. I glance around the table. Everyone's eyes are on us, watching me like I am spinning some b, ready to catch Caspian and drag him away or something.

Then he sits back in his chair, looking between me and Merikh before he clears his throat once more and picks up his utensils again, then straightens himself out to eat the rest of his dinner. -You trained this dog better than the last one. He mutters, before scooping up food and pushing it into his mouth.

My jaw drops and Merikh's arm tightens around me, a warning not to say anymore. My gaze once again slides around the table, taking in all the unfamiliar faces who try not to stare or gawk at me and my embarrassed, red cheeks

"This is my Luna, Caspian." Merikh says in a low, threatening voice.

"Your point?" He sighs, annoyed.

dog, nor is she

so you can earn your spot on the council? I am not stupid. If she is your mate, your true Luna then where is your mark, Merikh?" He asks, turning his head and looking at my neck. He observes both sides. "I don't

go where others can

come on, that's bullshit and you know it." Johannes heckles from his side of the table. "You marked Lauren on the neck. Are you not as fond of this one? Because Florence and I would take her

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chair toppling to the floor as

a darker red before he

his eyes boring into mine. "We all know Lycan's are possessive. Your kind wants the world to know what

be a decent person. Everyone here is so full of themselves and self important that it is a wonder that anyone is ever safe or that the council even serves a real purpose. "Should I

himself in front of me, his eyes blazing in anger and I furrow

yourself, Florence says with a gleeful grin. "Show me

hisses, bending down so our faces are close together. His nose lightly brushes over mine.

before we sit and argue for a month about why you will never be on the council again.

I gently push

wiggle, trying to get comfortable, but freeze

before pressing a kiss to my heated skin. I need to remind myself I am mad at him. That our relationship is built on a broken foundation with no trust, but

you two meet? Seeing as you are obviously second chance mates, which is a little rare for your kind, correct?" A blonde-haired woman asks, drawing my attention.

rare, but it's not an everyday occurrence." I smile. "Merikh came to my pack to mate with

a

were mates."

daughter's bed.

clutching her chest with

Merikh mutters and 1 bark out a laugh,

I grab a fork

Brent is

your skin, vamp?" Florence asks with

of the bickering, especially when we all know what the first

into by the

a drink from their cups and avoiding eye contact with anyone, it seems tomorrow will be very much like this dinner. As long as

other feeding himself. I take his lead, devouring my food in silence before