Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 38

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I stare at Merikh on his knees, my chest aching as I fight the urge to forgive him. Simple gestures and sweet words will not fix what he did. How he lied and used me like everyone else. There is too much to process, too much for me to even begin to know how to comprehend, for me to even take the time to consider forgiving him

is insane.

"I need space," I whisper, taking a small hesitant step back.

My wolf whines, not giving a shit about the emotional turmoil I am in. But she isn't in charge. I am and right now...right now I need water and space. I turn ou my heel, moving to the bathroom and turning on the water for the tub when I hear someone at the door. The low hum of deep voices piques my interest as I slide to the door, pressing my ear to the solid oak, hoping to catch a part of the conversation.

As werewolves, we are supposed to have excellent hearing. Me being me, and as sickly as I have always been, my hearing has always been very lack luster. Until now, that is. I smile to myself, pleased to find more things I can do now that I am...well...I guess now that I know who I am and what I can be capable of.

"What do you mean you don't know who attacked him?" Merikh hisses.

"Merikh, I assure you we are doing everything we can to get answers but..." Capsian pauses before he clears his throat. "We have a more pressing issue to discuss."

"What is more pressing than your security measures failing?"

"The reason for attacking your gamma," Caspian says firmly. There is a pause between them, tension rising as if they are both having a silent conversation, but I know what they are both thinking. I twist the doorknob, opening "the door and I step out, looking at both men.

"They are trying to get easier access to me." I finish for them both. Merikh looks at me, a storm of fury clouding his face as he moves to me.

"As long as I'm fucking here, there will be no easy access to you. Ever." His words are sweet and I believe every word, but I roll my eyes to show my anger, even if my heart skips a beat at his declaration. There is no way in hell I will let him off easy with just words and apologies.

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"Someone else knows what I am," I tell Capsian, whose eyebrows hit his hairline. He slides a glance at Merikh, who fights the urge to glare at me. Obviously, Merikh didn't want my father to know about that, so I take extra pleasure in telling him.

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asks, his voice rising. Then he seems to think of something and he furrows his brows. "The

don't know who exactly," Merikh says, clearing his throat. "I just know someone here on the council wanted us to be here this year, and they are taunting us. They have been trying

he stops. "If someone knows...do they know she is mine? Do you

I just know they are after Colette. The first time I didn't think it was any different from the times other species have come after me for the hell of it. But then the dream weavers happened

taking her as your mate verified exactly how important she is. You placed a fucking target on her

a...hybrid...is not allowed, and it makes me rare, but what does keeping me do? Why not just kill.

Caspian sighs, pacing into the room and dropping into a chair. He leans forward like he

being you are mated to a royal blood." Merikh says, dragging his hand down his face. "Illegal or not, you

one. By choosing you as a mate, Merikh has placed not only his species in

choose her. She is

before his emerald eyes find mine, a

am well aware of what you said at the dinner table.

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type of conversation I want to have with the man who helped create me. "Why?" he asks, flabbergasted, as he looks back and forth between the two of

things we are sorting through." I mumble and

before you are back on the committee, then you are dead." Capsian admits, a

on mine like he wants me to know

not

is

"Caspian..." I sigh,

You will

open and Merikh bites back a

lycans is different from werewolves." I say, swallowing roughly. My skin heated in embarrassment. No matter how new he is to being my father, the last thing I want to do is explain to him that he is

with Merikh right here,

can't possibly be that different." He scoffs, and I look away, avoiding any eye

listening too closely at dinner the other night." I mutter and Merikh

relationship in our own time, Caspian. But yes, I

into the conversation, and I rush over to him, pleased by the interruption. "Hey," I whisper, smiling at him, and he tries to reciprocate. "You hungry?" I

out, trying to sit

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