Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 37

*Merikh*

Colette paces our bedroom floor, back and forth and back again, her hands in her hair and her lips moving as she wordlessly speaks to herself. After realizing she can manipulate water, she ran.

She claimed she needed space and perhaps she did, but maybe it was her father's proud look or my hovering over her that made her feel like she was suffocating instead. No matter what the cause, I chased her.

It took some convincing for her to let me in the room, but when she did, I nearly crumbled at the look on her face. My Luna is falling apart and I'm the reason for it.

It is my selfishness over and over again that has pushed her to her breaking point and now I have to witness the aftermath. This is my punishment, witnessing the havoc of my choices. Even if I have combined myself, it was all

for our kind

"Colette," I call to her softly, trying to get her to look at me. To just acknowledge I am here and she isn't alone in

this.

I

Even though I was the idiot who placed this barrier between us. I can't help but go back and forth on what I did and the ways I could have done it all differently. I used her and I know it, but in the process, I fell for her and the lies became my way of protecting myself. It is clear to me now; she is the one who needed protecting from me,

not the other way around.

"How long have you known?" She asks, coming to a stop, her eyes wild. Then she points to the couch where Percy sleeps with a soft snore. "Did he know?"

"No, Percy did not know." I frown, "But I have known since before I ever met you."

Her eyes well and she bites her lip, refusing to let the sob I can see coming out.

"You didn't come to my pack for Leslie...did you?" She whispers.

My eyes fill with tears as she breaks down every moment from the second she ever laid eyes on me. I know what is coming, what questions she will ask and all the answers I will give that she will doubt in every way. I feel defeated, fucking beat down as my heart rails against my aching chest, just wanting to be in her arms.

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hands in her hair and her lips moving as she wordlessly speaks to herself. After realizing she can manipulate water,

look or my hovering over

I nearly crumbled at the

selfishness over and over again that has pushed her to her breaking point and now I have to witness the aftermath. This is my punishment, witnessing the havoc

to get her to look at

could have done it all differently. I used her and I know it, but in the process, I

eyes wild. Then she points to the couch where Percy sleeps with a soft snore. "Did

frown, "But I have known since before I ever met

and she bites her lip, refusing to let the sob I can see coming

pack for Leslie...did

from the second she ever laid eyes on

that she will doubt in every way. I feel defeated, fucking beat down as my heart

arms.

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to side before I look at her. Her red, swollen gaze is trained

tears breaking free as she swipes it away and crosses her arms. Her leg rocks

being treated." She whispers, pain in her eyes. "You

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to wipe the very tears from her cheeks that my actions placed there. But I know better than to think she would let me

your Luna. Why, you had to trick me into thinking I could be anything other than

you are my mate. You are meant to be at my side, meant to be the

rolling her

could use to get what you wanted, lets

be my luna." I tell her more adamantly and she shakes her head. "I was never going to go through with my mating to Leslie. The plan was to take you. But the moment I knew what you were to me, I panicked and all I could think about was making sure that you can't run from

knew what I am worth and you were worried I would freak out, so you

I fucking fell for you with in days. It wasn't because of the bond, and I didn't realize that until I forced the oath. I have wanted to tell you everything. I have fucked

out the window, her lungs rising and falling as if she had been running

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think I hate you. I really..." She pauses, looking at me, her tears flow freely as she holds her chest and gasps for air like it is being sucked from her. "Damn it, I want to hate you with every fiber of my being, but...but I

blink at

was ready for a breakdown, a come to the Goddess moment. But this. This brokenness while admitting despite it all, despite me and my actions...she can't hate me. It's enough to give me hope where hope shouldn't have a place to even plant

I want you to hold

rasp the words, my mouth dry. What is happening?