Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 72

*Merikh*

I move swiftly to the SUV, waiting to take us back home, throwing the trunk open while Hayes watches me with interest. His mouth twitches like he is about to speak, but I silence him with a solid glare and he takes two steps back, his hands outstretched like he surrenders. The last thing I need right now is to talk about what just happened. How the hell am I supposed to process it when I can't even bring myself to admit it is happening? Colette is going to change her mind once she sees I will seriously let her leave. This is just her testing me, testing my resolve. Well, if she wants to play the game of who can be more stubborn, she is in for a surprise. Because I am the most stubborn of the two of us.

I yank out her two bags, walking them past Percy, Penny, and Leandra. The burn on my back twinges and stings, but at least it's something other than the blinding rage I feel right now. My lycan is fighting me for control, urging me to just grab our girl and tie her up, placing her in the car until we get home.

But even I know that is wrong. Shit, what I did was wrong. Should I have made decisions for her? No. and I get that, but clearly she is being emotional in her choice. She didn't know who her dad was and then she found him and learned of her bloodline. It has to be overwhelming, but to abandon her pack? To abandon me? This feels like a rash decision.

I bound up the steps toward the mansion two at a time, meeting her at the doorway as I drop the bags at her feet. She looks at me, her eyes red with unshed tears, and I can see how torn she feels. But it's hard enough to let her go. I can't concern myself with how torn she feels. Not yet, not right now.

"Stay safe, Colette." I mutter, taking a step back, but she follows me. Her hand reaching out and taking hold of my wrist gently.

I close my eyes, inhaling her scent, committing it to memory. There are so many questions I want to ask her. So many things I should say.

"Merikh..." she whispers, her voice breaking as I look down at the place where her fingers touch my skin, the spark as strong as it has ever been. Even with this heartache. "Please."

“Please what?” I ask her, arching an annoyed brow. “Please forgive you? Please pretend that this is breaking me inside”

She grimaces, and a rogue tear travels down her cheek as she draws in a shuddering breath.

“My hands are tied” She whispers, looking up at me. “I refuse to be a showpiece with a title. I want to be more than that.”

I yank my wrist from her grip, stepping closer into her bubble.

“The only one who doesn’t see your worth is you. Why the hell do you think I am fighting this so hard?” Iscoit

“Then let me go and find my worth,” she says, “For myself”

I chuckle dryly, reaching out and cupping her face with both hands. Her thin lingers reach up, resting on my wrists as she meets my heavy gaze.

“When you realize there is nothing to find, you know where to and me”

me, biting her bottom lip. “I promise to call you

I kiss her soll and sweet. Tying to convey through the

off.” I tell her, hating myself but wanting her to understand that this is what it feels like to me. Like she is abandoning me and

time?” She asks, tears racing down

week.” I tell her, knowing dmn well that it will feel like

call you in a week,” she whispers, her voice weak as she

exhale, “But not enough to

how much I love you

beta and ga*mas sit, probably watching us trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Then I

She says intentionally, eyeing the bags in front

turn and walk down the steps, heading to the car, leaving my heart

I mutter as I

an octave

come home, Penny.”

tears streaming down her cheeks and me,

I already know exactly what she is going to

I had hoped it would go this way. If I’ had suggested it, I am certain

to decide if she

coming with

don’t have to,” she says and

and I am

smiles for the first time since

to have

I move to the SUV, climbing in the passenger’s

He hesitates and I slide a glare his

he grumbles, before way too slowly pulling

and see her, there is no way in hell Iwill leave the way she wants me to. This is what she is asking for. She is asking for me to be broken so she can find her

a terrible thing to ask of me, it’s something I want to give her. But f*ck if it doesn’t hurt my heart and ego. I can feel her emotions slowly draining from my head until we pull out of the mansion grounds and she is gone from me completely. My mark burns before it dulls to a throbbing, and