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.

the room, unable to remain calm as my hands shake, pointing to the small

I ask him

take the little box, a streak of blood on the outside, and tear open the top. As I pull the flaps open, her sweet scent flows out, bringing tears to my eyes when I see a ribbon tied around a chunk of her soft hair. I lift it out, holding

to the side and look at the phone in the box with a small envelope sitting next to it. I grab

does it say?” Caspian asks, his

it to the side

mean?” Caspian asks, picking up the card

the passcode.” I mutter as I type it 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

my head to look at him, blinking as I try to process the video screen

don’t fight him

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need to watch it.” I mutter, walking toward the massive living room.

and I look over at him, his face

myself for the worst but also reminding myself I

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

knees. “Everything is fucking wrong

what this is?” He asks, confused, and I

they are doing to her. I need to see it so I can return the fucking favor to them.” I look up at him. “There could be clues about where she is,” Hayes also says, and I know I can always rely on him to know why I am doing things.

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

has the TV on and the phone screen sharing. The image of Colette is right before me. The little play button obstructed nothing

I

her glow gone, but she is still as beautiful as she always is. It is clear they are starving her, giving her minimal liquids, probably

it,” a voice off screen says forcefully. Colette looks up at the person and rolls

a small smirk on her chapped and bloody lips. A thrill of

steps forward

at the screen as the woman swings it and slams it into her stomach, making the wind wheeze from my chest. I

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. I love how strong she has become mentally, but I need her to give in, to stop herself from

closer

I look at Colette, who is silent and unmoving. She lifts

okay? I will say it. Please, just

her hands on