Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 35

"Colette

Blood drains from my face, my hands instantly going cold as I lick my lips and try to form any coherent words possible, but nothing comes out. I shake my head, fighting the tears as they beg for release. This can't be happening. Not now, not after I just gave him every part of me. Merikh is lying to me or he is lying to Capsian and I can't see well enough through my blurry eyes to tell which is it.

"Is this a Joke?" I hear Caspian ask, anger and pain lacing his voice as it breaks.

clear an

"No." Merikh's voice is clear and resolute..

My knees go weak, my hand flying to my chest, clutching at my shirt, looking for reprieve, hoping it will let oxygen in as I try to suck in air in huge gulps. Warm hands cup my cheeks, smoothing hair from my face as his voice echoes in the background and I slump to my knees.

"Letty, I need you to focus," his voice is firm and full of concern. "Focus on my voice."

My hands fly up, finding his wrists, yanking them away from my face as I turn away from him.

"I don't want to hear your voice." I hiss at him.

"I needed to protect you," He tries to tell me as some sort of excuse, but if he had trusted me, if he had given me the fucking time of day he would have known he could have told me anything. Including this, I force myself up on shaky legs, wiping at the tears that seem to escape despite me telling them to stay.

There is no slowing down my heart rate as I glare into Merikh's eyes. Guilt and remorse swim in his perfect green orbs and I know there is no lie there. It feels like a one thousand pound weight is crushing my chest as I try to gasp for air. Never have I ever felt so helpless, so lost in my entire life.

"She is my daughter? You are sure? Caspian whispers, hopeful. I turn to look at him, the tears flowing free when I see the glimmer of tears in his own eyes. My hurt morphs into rage. What asshole leaves his daughter, lets his mate die?

"You are not my father." I hiss, taking a step away from him as well.

"He is." Merikh says softly. I shoot him a glare, my chest heaving.

"I don't believe you.." It feels like I am being pulled between two forces, my body being torn into two, my heart rivaling my soul and there is no stopping this agony.

"We will talk about this later, Colette. Right now I need a healer in our room to take care of my gamma who needs immediate care. Brent is currently there taking care of him, and I am not comfortable with this situation.

"Yes, of course." Caspian says, not saying anything else as he lifts his hand and snaps. Someone shuffles to him and he whispers in their ear, receiving a bow and the man rushes off. Motioning for others to follow him.

"We should go see him," Merikh says, reaching out for my hand. I slap it away, taking a step back from him, Wech

be near you." I growl, and he frowns,

looks at the King of Sirens and then back at me, a solemn look on his face. "I know you

Caspian is my real father, he has taken a potentially beautiful reunion and shattered it with deceit and trickery. Does Merikh truly care about me,

hoping that by screwing me, I would cling to him and not be angry? Or did he care about my feelings in

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with him, but being near Merikh makes

before mine and I blink away the tears as he reaches out, looking for me to take his hand. I scowl at him, crossing my arms over my chest instead, and he frowns before he nods in understanding. A frown

remember me?" He asks hopefully, and I shake my head now, my brows pulling together

about him.

her leaving me as I chase her through a marsh area, only to be abandoned and never see her again." "She left you?" he asks, his brows rising like the action

say before sighing heavily. "At least I think she did. I don't remember much past being new in the pack where I grew up since I was

looks away in

Strange coming from a siren who should know nothing about the werewolf world other

Pack." I mutter, and his eyes snap to mine. He seems to stand

Mountain pack." He whispers. "With

he knows

at

minute, before looking

uncle." He says, looking me in the eye. A bubble of laughter burst from my lips, my chest loosening with the action as

maid

anger creeping back into his demeanor as he shuffles

treated you like a maid?" He grits out and I watch him like he is a little

him and he looks away, his jaw muscles rippling with effort as he clenches

teeth.

Princess." He growls. “And an alpha blood werewolf. You are no maid, even if he forced you

have the right person.

in you." He whispers. Reaching out to touch my face, I lean away. "And my family as well. Do you

had a wolf that would show

little, you were so sick, just a tiny little thing your mother had to be near water for you to thrive. How you must have

that feels like truth. A part of me that doesn't understand how he

the question, not

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