Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 32

"Merikh

POV

"Okay, what do you have to tell me?" Colette asks. She turns her body to face me, a look of worry on her brow as he tilts her head and prepares herself.

The only problem is I don't know that this the right time to tell her. To explain to her that the whole reason she is here with me is entirely because she is the one and only hybrid to ever exist.

My choosing Leslie as a mate was no coincidence. I had every intention of leaving her before the ceremony and kidnapping Colette if need be. Fate clearly had other plans, but the fact remains. Colette is my proof that the only ever hybrid was saved by my family. Not only is she that hybrid, but the only child of Caspian.

She takes my hand, turning it over so my palm is facing up, and then she gently lifts it, pressing it to her lips. There's no fighting the shiver that runs through me, the desire that has been there and doesn't seem to go away rages against my barriers. I have thrown up time and time again to protect myself.

"You can tell me later, if it's easier." She whispers. "You seem exhausted and tomorrow you have the second meeting."

I stare at this timid, beautiful woman and my heart aches. Guilt riddles me, every day wreaking havoc on my heart and in my mind and my lycan...my lycan fights me tooth and nail to claim what is ours, what we have hidden away to keep us in check. I want to speak to her, to tell her everything, but trust is as elusive as fucking smoke.

The moon goddess has failed me once before. And though I punished myself for my part in everything, the way I turned a blind eye to Lauren's misgivings in the name of the mate bond. I don't think I can trust the moon goddess again, and that makes it impossible to know if I can trust in Colette the way I yearn to.

"I-"I try to speak but I say nothing, only staring at her, hating myself more with every passing second because I am weak. So fucking weak and though I tricked her into the oath, even though I don't deserve her.

I crave her. My soul begs to be one with hers, constantly fighting me, tearing at my conscience. Shit. I don't know what to do with her anymore. Shit, I know I have to tell her something. I can't just hide from he forever like I have for the last week.

"I am ready to hear what you have to say about Grady-1 offer, swallowing roughly as I allow her to play with my hand before entwining our fingers. She watches me closely, assessing my response, waiting for me to pull away from her like I always do.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, making sure her eyes meet mine, trying to pull the truth from inside of me.

"Yes," I nod...

can't run off, or get mad." She says, again waiting for me to run away

won't." I assure her, but she looks skeptical. Colette sucks in a deep breath and then

look at me as I fight my anger, every bit of jealousy in

am fine," I assure her through gritted teeth. I notice a small smile

hurt the most because she always took such joy in causing me pain. I wanted nothing to do with him after he rejected me. It was still so fresh when I agreed to be your mate. I was still mourning, and

of me," I admit. "I see

mates like

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firmly, and

of that claim.” Her words are brutal and blunt, but it's what I need. It's the delivery I need. It feels

the words out, my ribs aching from restraining myself and fighting my nature to argue

for you after the second week and then I feel hard, so damn hard and knowing about your past...it let me see you in a different light. I can be patient, Merikh. But it won't change my mind. I chose you and our pack. I chose you the day of our mating ceremony and I chose you over Grady and even now I'm choosing you again even when you make me so angry

cry.

to hear in there, but all I can do is feel it. She has

to burn up just sitting here. "I love you" My eyes shoot up in shock. The words tumbling from my lips before I can even have the moment to think about what is coming out. Did I just tell

face for the lie, one I realize she won't find because damn it, somehow between my lack of trust and my temper tantrums and secrets, I

reign easier. I fell in love with her because of her patience, her kindness and how gentle she is, and that growing snark adds she finds herself. "I-I love you."

as I grow embarrassed with every passing second she stares at me. Then she stands, moving in front

leave. I did not kiss him back. Ask me, ask me to tell

thuds painfully against my ribs, begging to leap into her hands and let her have control of it.

she hums in delight. I seize the moment, mingling my tongue with hers

flips, the butterflies turning into a tumultuous

one to hide in, as I push everything that should keep us apart to the back of my mind and let my heart

hips into my body. She rises on her tiptoes, trying to better reach me, so I reach down, cupping her upper thighs as I drag her up my body, showing her what she has done with me.