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.

as I walk into the room, unable to remain calm as my

it?” I ask

eyes

a small envelope sitting next to

it say?” Caspian asks, his voice

read, placing it to the side as I pull out the phone and a lock screen

mean?” Caspian asks, picking up the card written in his daughter’s blood.

as I type it in and it opens to

I can hear 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 her, to at least see she is alive. But this is worse, so

look at him, blinking as I try to process the video screen I can’t bring myself

it and I don’t fight him as

1/3

I mutter, walking toward the massive living room.

says and I look over at him, his

couch preparing myself for the worst but also reminding myself I need to see this. I have

to watch it on that thing?” Caspian sneers, pacing over to me and standing in the way. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

elbows on my knees. “Everything is fucking wrong when she isn’t with

Is that what

I should have to as well. We need to know what they are doing to her. I need to see it so I can return the

side of the couch and plops down. “Let’s get this

TV on and the phone screen sharing. The image of Colette is right before me. The

I

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

screen says forcefully. Colette looks up at the person and rolls her eyes. Then

chapped and bloody lips. A thrill of pride ripples through me, but it is short–lived.

says as she steps forward and lifts a metal bar.

as the woman swings it and slams it into her stomach, making the wind wheeze from my chest. I fall to my knees, my eyes watering and my body quivering with anger

out in pain, her head falling forward as she struggles to suck in a full breath. All I can hear is her labored breathing that sounds like a heavy wheeze, and my chest is torn wide open.

love,” I whisper, finding myself moving closer to the screen. “Just fucking say what they

silent and unmoving. She

I will say it.

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