Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 70

Merikh scoffs, looking away from me angrily, his jaw clenching. I look up at Caspian, who looks between my mate and me with a somber look on his face. It’s obvious he thinks I should go with him, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys the turmoil it brings me.

“So you aren’t coming home with me, then?” Merikh asks, trying hard to control his words and the anger behind them.

“No, that is not what I am saying, either.” I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment before I inhale and meet his fiery gaze. I can see the hurt on his face, feel his confusion through the mate bond.

“Then what do you want?” he asks. His voice has shifted, no longer filled with anger. Instead, it is soft, resolved, as he waits for my answer.

“I want to be able to make the decision on my own.” I tell him, and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“We are mates. We are a team.” He tells me. “We decide together

“Yet you made the decision that we leave tonight without telling me until right now. You made the decision for me with no regard for what I might need or want.” I tell him.

“This is not the time for this conversation.” He mutters, pacing away from me and toward the door.

“When is the time for it?” I ask him. “Because we hardly discussed it last night.”

We discussed it.” He shoots back. I roll my eyes.

“No. You told me what I was doing, and I told you we would discuss it in the morning.”

He scowls at me. “You actually said we would fight about it in the morning,” he reminds me.

“And here we are,

fighting about it.” I shrug, standing

“Perhaps you two should discuss this after we are done here.” Caspian says and I look at him, a little shocked. I had forgotten where we were.

“Was there something other than who I am going with that we need to discuss?” I ask Caspian, and he nods.

“Fine.” Merikh grits out, but he refuses to look at me. He throws up a barrier through our bond and I frown to myself. I’m suddenly not all that excited to be alone with him later.

“Once we all go our separate ways, it will be difficult to communicate.” He says as he wanders over to his desk and he pulls

out a box.

him. Caspian pads over to me, holding the box out as I

down as I pull the top from the box. I lift the

Merikh says quizzically. “How do you expect

for a small home on the shore of the ocean, one where I will place a siren in human form to watch the phone for news from you or anyone

require service to work?” I ask Caspian,

world work, daughter,” He says. “All of that has been taken care of. Everyone’s numbers have already been added as well and there is a

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and he meets my eyes. “If you just wish to speak with me or ask

will retrieve

to be a part of my life now feels strange. But

will probably have lots of questions.” I tell him and he smiles, the joy in his eyes telling me he

else?” Merikh asks, breaking the tender father daughter moment and I frown at

will make sure she calls often.” He tells Caspian, who slaps

smile. Merikh guides me to the door, the cellphone clutched to my

a minute and I look up at him,

we need to finish first,” he says, his

stomach drops, not looking forward to continuing the conversation I know we need to have. There is so much emotion, so much panic in what will happen and what I might say

much left to say. I am considering going with my father.” I say with a shrug, trying to make light

he walks toward our room. He pushes the door open and swings me into it, slamming the door behind us as he backs me into the wall. I square my shoulder, not afraid

fully pressed to mine. The coolness of the wall does nothing to stop the heat burning through me as he pleads. He rests his forearms on either

I am going yet,” I remind

matter how many times I tell you, you just don’t seem to understand it. You aren’t my other half, Colette. You

breaks as he nuzzles into my cheek and

feel the same way,” I

his

I said.” I gasp at his intimate touch, my eyes falling closed. “Merikh, I need to be allowed to think about this. To make this

nearly panting as he drops the most tender of kisses

on you,” he whispers in warning. “I do not want to be controlling or force your hand anymore than

of frustration as I scoff and walk past him further into

of that *itch, Leslie, Willingly, if you recall.” He says, his

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