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.

to remain calm as

it?” I ask him and he nods.

fingers tremble as I 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,

I place it to the side and 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

say?” Caspian asks,

to the side as I pull out the phone and a lock screen pops

Caspian asks, picking up the card written

as I type it in and it

be found. I wanted to see her, get my eyes on her, to at least see she is

head to look at him, blinking as I

and I don’t fight him as he gulps

1/3

I mutter, walking

him, his

it on the screen.” I grumble, dropping into the couch preparing myself for the worst but also reminding myself I need to see this. I have to look for clues, find something

me and standing in the way. “What the hell is wrong with

forward, my elbows on my knees. “Everything is fucking wrong

Is that what this is?”

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

Caspian mutters, then he walks over to the other side of the couch and plops down.

sharing. The image of Colette is right before me. The little play button obstructed nothing but that barrier in my mind,

I

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

up at the person and rolls her eyes.

her chapped and bloody lips. A thrill of

woman says as she steps forward and lifts a

slams it into her stomach, making the wind wheeze from my chest. I fall to my knees, my eyes watering and my body

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

say it, love,” I whisper, finding myself moving closer to

the TV speakers and I look at Colette, who is silent and unmoving. She lifts her fiery gaze to someone off screen and she fights against

it, okay? I will say it. Please, just don’t

her hands on her shoulders, digging her nails into her skin as she