Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 80

“Merikh

I stalk into the wet sand, my feet sinking with every heavy step as the rain pelts down on my back and shoulders. This beach would have been a wonderful place to take my hybrid queen. The perfect place where the forest meets the sea, the scent of pine and fresh salty air swirling together in a melody of our tale.

Except now it’s a place of ache and sorrow. There is a part of me that still expects to see her emerge from the water and walk up to me with a seductive smile. I focus on the waves, begging her to arise and tell me this has all been a terrible joke. A useless dream for a man who found his dead gamma, but a dream I can’t stop having,

I pause when I get to the tumultuous water, lapping angrily at the edge of the shore as the storm rages. A mirror image of the emotions tearing through me. A dangerous mix of guilt and anger growing out of control, taking out anything that dares enter its warring path.

“Merikh, you should be waiting in the car. It is safer.” Hayes says, rushing up behind me. But his concerns fall on deaf ears.

Speaking of safety, when my heart is out there exposed, being exploited. How can I possibly care about safety when hers is the only concern I have? If I had been more concerned about her, more receptive to her needs and desires, then maybe, just maybe, none of this would have happened. I held on to her too tight, and I lost her.

“We don’t have time to waste waiting for Caspian to make his way to us.” I remind my brother who sighs. “Every second she is gone, I come a second closer to losing my damn mind, Hayes

Jdrag my hands through my hair, slicking it back with the wetness of the rain.

“We will find her, Merikh.” He says, his voice firm. No room for a lie. Hayes truly believes we will get our Luna back.

“That’s not what worries me, brother.” I sigh heavily, watching the waves crash into each other, growing taller as they white cap and swell, rushing toward the shore.

“Use me.” A voice says from behind us. Hayes‘ body goes stiff and we turn to see Landra standing there. The rain grows stronger, the downpour deafening in the ears with the rage of the sea, so she moves closer. Her eyes dart from Hayes to mine. “Use me to find her.”

“I don’t understand.” I furrow my brows, confused.

“You swore you don’t remember anything.” Hayes says, sounding frustrated and accusatory. She ignores his tone and looks directly at me.

“I don’t recall anything and I can’t shift, but what if you command me to shift? What if my lycan knows things?” She says, taking a step closer.

“You can’t question a lycan.” Hayes scoffs, a laugh rumbling through him as thunder cracks through the sky, lightning following it and crashing to the beach to our far right.

I don’t blink, instead; I get lost in thought.

can’t I?” I ask no one

Lycan

I ask, arching a brow, and he throws his hands up in defeat, looking

mind, but there’s a barrier, a lack of trust, but if she recognizes you as her alpha,

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to you. Maybe she will allow you to share what she knows,

a pack, so he can’t command you. And since we aren’t in our pack. you

growing pink.

less than three feet away from him and he doesn’t even flinch. His eyes bore into her and then I watch as

fine.” Hayes says as he stalks toward her, stopping to say something as her face changes from determination to heart break. I can sense the tears

clouds grow even dark. Another flash of lightning lighting up the water to see a figure fast approaching.

hair and nods as he

waited in the car,” he shouts above the chaotic

any time.” I tell

lots to share and I

bag of clothing for him and toss it his

and I know it has everything to do with her offer. Leandra is right, though. If Hayes and her accept each other, it tethers her to our

I get desperate enough, I may force the issue. I know myself just as well as he knows me. Which does nothing to make me feel like it is less forced. Hayes

some things to discuss.” I say

Hayes mutters. And Leandra looks out the window as Caspian pulls the

Caspian says without hesitation. “But after discussing matters with the vampires, they have chosen to remove

Hayes, who is lost in thought as he pulls down the dirt drive, away

I ask and

to

“Naturally.” Hayes grumbles.

they sure as

I suppose.”

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