Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

"Hayes!" I call out, running toward him. "Where is he?"

He shifts back into his human form, looking past me to Penny as he waves to her to come to him.

"I have to get back to him. Where is Percy? I need both he and Penny." He rushes out. There is a frantic nature to the way he searches for the two of them, as he tries to be respectful of me while trying to get around me.

"Percy isn't well enough to go anywhere." I tell him, not really wanting to get into the details right now.

"Fuck." He growls both hands in his head as panic overwhelms him.

"I will go in his place," I offer and he shakes his head like it's the craziest thing he has ever heard in his life.

"No. You have to go back and-"

"And what? Cower and wait in the room and hope nothing terrible happens? No!" I growl, cutting him off. "I will absolutely NOT be doing that. There is no stopping me. You are taking my protection, besides I will only follow you if you try to leave me."

Hayes frowns and drags a hand down his face before he nods.

"I don't have time to argue," he grits out as Penny rushes toward him. "But I am begging you to stay, Luna. Please." he says, looking at me.

"Not a chance in hell." I tell him.

I know I am being difficult, but damn it, if the jerk controlling all these wolves wants me, they can have me as long as they don't hurt Merikh. Whoever this is, whatever they want to do with me, I know Merikh can figure out a way to fix it, but only if he is alive and safe.

"Colette..." Caspian's voice is wary as he looks at me and I push past Hayes, running in the direction he came from.

"This way, right?" I ask, breaking into a run and I hear them arguing behind me, then I hear them running. Penny and Hayes break into their Lycan form. I shift into my wolf and my father...well hopeful he left his sea legs in the mansion because he is going to have to keep up.

The entire time I run, my heart is in my throat, every stride feels too short and every second too long. What happened? What can I expect to walk into? I have nothing and know nothing about what I am walking into. There wasn't any time to waste. Merikh needs help now, not after a quick debrief or an argument where I would just end up coming, anyway.

I glance over my shoulder, shocked that my dad, though always behind us, is maintaining a decent pace and keeping us in view. I don't know how long we run. It feels like hours until my wolf suddenly whimpers and I trip, tumbling over as I turn into my human form. I look to the side, seeing Penny, who looks at herself in shock and meets my eyes.

lycan is gone, she...retreated." she says, looking at Hayes

He scans the

I care about my naked state right now. I have more

whispers and Hayes takes a step

snaps and I strain my ears, trying to hear what I can

hear it as it trickles through the roots of the trees and feeds the leaves. The water isn't just around me, it's inside of me, making me feel like I am

I whisper, feeling like it's too

as he takes my hand, keeping me steady. "Without your wolf you are simply a siren princess." He

ask him, fear

focusing on that all I can do is think about fucking water. Where it's at, where it's going.

and Penny, who turn and look

way when I left him." Hayes says, looking

I can feel it

Hayes straightens his shoulders and looks at Penny, then the rest

suit,

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balled up fist, striking Merikh across the face. He flies into a tree, his body thudding as he tumbles to the base, and then

Penny distracts the other. Merikh stands, hobbling as he winces, but he sizes

ask Caspian, who

"They kind of look

him and he frowns. "Those are real

says like he is in deep thought. "No, I've never known those to

in our direction, landing at my feet with a pained groan. He looks up at me, but quickly stands rushing back in as my eyes find Merikh, frozen in place, as he blinks at me in utter shock.

that none of this is real. How can it be? These beasts aren't supposed to exist and Merikh is a Lycan with no lycan to fight with

ankle and Merikh is lifted and hammered into the ground like a rag doll. I gasp when he crunches into the leaf covered dirt, tears in my eyes,

inside me

to look segmented, like the only thing holding it together is the muscles and flesh that could tear at any

my chest aching in fear as I

I am tired of constantly hiding who I am, who I have always been. I'm