Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 85

*Merikh*

The air is warm and sticky, only adding to my already heightened irritation. I miss her; I miss her so damn much and I am angry every second of every damn day. What I want is my mate back at any costs and that is a dangerous thought to have. To give up my life to know she will be okay would be well worth it.

But I want a life with her. One with adoration and singing her praises so she understands how amazing she truly is. I want to give her everything, including a new me, a better and more improved version. The version who is better at communication and listening. She deserves a mate who will just sit in awe of her and let her be exactly who she is.

All I want is another chance even when I have had so many. But I’ve learned, I have grown and I am ready to alpha up and be everything she needs. Including a hero or a sacrifice to ensure she gets away from the assholes who have her.

“Merikh,” Hayes hollers out my name, running toward me. Panic is written all over his face as he stops in front of me and my stomach drops.

“What is wrong?” I ask, swallowing the lump in my throat. “Did something happen?”

“Caspian received a box that was sent for you,” He says.

I give him a confused stare.

“And?” I ask.

Hayes clears his throat and looks away before he exhales and shakes his head.

“It is…it smells of her.” He mutters, unable to look at me.

“It smells like Colette?” I ask, my heart skipping a beat.

“Yes,” he mutters. “It smells like her blood.”

He clears his throat, and it feels like the world shakes beneath my feet. My mouth falls open to say something articulate, alpha like, but instead a shocked, pained groan tumbles out.

Then I break into a sprint, tearing through the garden, bounding over the pristine green bushes and breaking through the door. The second I hit the hallway to the kitchen, I freeze, picking up the faint scent of her blood.

Bile rises in my throat, my lycan howling and hiding in the back of my mind, too heartbroken at the possibility of what this might mean. I clear my throat, running both hands through my hair as I suck in a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst.

If it is confirmation she is dead, then I will stop at nothing to kill every fucking dragon and the last standing phoenix before allowing myself to meet her in the moonbeams.

remain calm as my hands shake, pointing to

it?” I ask

my eyes when I see a ribbon tied around a chunk of her soft hair. I lift it out, holding it to my nose and inhaling as my eyes fall closed, relishing this

look at the phone in the box with a small envelope sitting next to it. I grab the white paper and pull out a small note card, staring

does it say?” Caspian asks,

the side as I pull out the phone and a lock

does that mean?” Caspian asks, picking up the card written in his

I type it in

as it raps away in my chest, my lungs squeezing like there is no air to be found. I wanted to see her, get my eyes on

to look at him, blinking as I try

it and I don’t fight him as he gulps and closes his eyes like he is fighting

1/3

it.” I mutter, walking toward the massive living

over at him, his face as white as a

the worst but also reminding myself I need to see this. I have to look

on that thing?” Caspian sneers, pacing over to me and standing in the way.

my elbows on my knees. “Everything is fucking wrong when

that what this

need to see it so I can return the fucking

side of

me. The

play.” I tell him.

her glow gone, but she is still as beautiful as she always is. It

at the person and rolls her eyes.

on her chapped and bloody lips. A thrill of pride

says as she steps forward

the woman swings it and slams it into her stomach, making the wind wheeze from my

and my chest is torn wide open. I love how strong she has become mentally, but I need her to

whisper, finding myself moving closer to the screen. “Just fucking

and unmoving. She lifts her fiery gaze to someone off screen and she fights against her restraints.

I will say it. Please, just don’t hurt Melody

in, moving behind Colette and placing her hands on her shoulders, digging her nails into her skin as she