Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 86

Her voice echoes through my mind, the way the hits hammered into her already sickly flesh sends a murderous shudder through my spine. The bile rises faster than I expect as I turn my head to the side and try to swallow it down, welcoming the burn. A tiny sacrifice for the pain she is suffering.

My lycan, who should be roaring in anger, is instead withering in agony, angered by not only her distance from us but the choice that lays in our hands. Not that it is much of a choice. There is no choosing between Colette and our species. Because there is only one option and only will ever be one option for as long as I live.

I have always been an alpha first, putting my pack, my kind above everything else, everyone else. But this time I am choosing her, not for me, but for them. Without her, they don’t have an alpha. They have a shell of a man playing a part I would no longer have a passion for. Colette is the soul of me. Without her, there is no werewolf or lycan kind.

I stand and rush from the room, no longer willing to wait and play these stupid useless games. No longer do I care about their reasoning behind why they are doing this and what they truly want. Because for once, what everyone else wants doesn’t matter. It’s what I want that matters. And I want my damn mate.

“Merikh,” I hear Hayes call out before his frantic footsteps echo in the silence behind me. “Merikh! Where are you going? We need to discuss this.”

I spin on my heel, a sneer on my lips, as anger takes over my body.

“There is nothing to discuss.” I grit out. He frowns and shakes his head.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“I am going to retrieve Colette.” I say, enunciating every word just to make sure there is no misinterpreting my intentions. “No amount of discussion or trying to convince me to think of the pack will change my mind.”

His brow knit together in confusion, and a hint of surprise flutters over his features before he scoffs.

“Did you seriously think I was coming to talk you out of going for her?” He asks, offended by my tone, not that his offensive is any of my concern since I am the alpha.

“What else would we possibly have to discuss, Hayes?” I ask.

“Well, for starters, how it’s a blatant fucking trap that will end with you getting killed before you even have the fucking chance to see Colette again?” He growls out.

He makes a solid point, so I pause, dragging my hands through my hair, feeling utterly helpless.

“I just–I can’t stay here and do nothing, Hayes. Colette is out there, being tortured and I’m here, doing what exactly?” I ask him, trying and failing to keep my emotions in check.

“We are trying to locate her and plan a way in to get her.” He reminds me and I roll my eyes.

“We don’t need to locate her any longer. They told us where they are.” I say, even though I know what he means.

They could be lying about where they are, and they most certainly are leading me in to a trap. I may be overwhelmed and desperate, but it doesn’t make me an idiot, it just makes me dangerous and predictable. What I need is to be dangerous and unpredictable to them.

“Merikh,” He sighs and shakes his head. “Brother Colette needs you sane, not drunk of murderous rage and a spark of hope.”

“What would you have me do?” I ask him, feeling defeated.

way,” he says, and I can see the conflict in his

a part of our community,” I remind him, and he nods.

we can make that happen. But what we need is time, not a lot, but

scoff, and he glares at

upset teen and rushing toward danger without any thought.” He says.

not just for a fight, but for my wit and cunning

and I now must

1/3

and when he sees us he turns the volume to

of a voice,

she

her words. Does she truly think I would ever be able to forget a force like her? She came into my life like a soft breeze and but the second

that.

with Leandra and bring her out here.”

go

leans against the wall. “You all look like you are ready to make

as he walks out of the room to

asks, arching a brow. His usual cocky, annoying demeanor is replaced with one of respect, or

until he finds the box. He lifts it, inspecting the blood and inhaling it with

and he

ransom then?” he

to that effect.” I mutter,

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forced her to

as he hums in thought. Then he walks over and takes a seat, propping his feet up on the couch in a comfortable

show?” He asks, “If I were still human, I might ask for popcorn for the

his shitty

mood.” He grumbles

Leandra in order to tap into her mind and see if you can help her unlock the memories

with his hands on his elbows before he barks out a dry laugh. Johannes paces

I smirk at him, knowing he really doesn’t

brow and

old habits die hard.” He shrugs. “But it will be very taxing on not only me,

is our contingency plan. Hayes and her marking each other is the first plan, but I don’t like the idea of rushing their bond. I want them

Job

hand down his face,

eyes meeting mine as