Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 90

*Merikh⭑

“Are you okay?” Hayes asks, coming up next to me as we walk through the jungle. After arriving moments ago via car, we were told by Leandra we needed to move by foot the rest of the way. Which would be quicker for a lycan out here in all this thick vegetation. But we brought along a lycan who can’t actually shift and a siren.

“What kind of question is that?” I scoff, looking over at him with a scowl.

“You have not asked Leandra questions about what she unlocked in her memories.” He reminds me and I look ahead, trying to wrestle with my thoughts.

“Why would I ask? It is her experience to share with me, Hayes, not mine, to ask for. Her mind has not been her own in years, and I had to use the alpha’s order to make her unveil memories her lycan suppressed for a reason. In her own time, she will share.” I tell him.

“What if what she has to share is something you need to save Colette?” He asks. I shrug, pushing aside a big bush and grunting as I force it to the side, leaving room for the two behind us to break through.

“I can save Colette.” I remind him. “There is nothing that will stop me from getting her back. What I needed from Leandra was a little information and the map in her head. Everything else, her trauma, and her confusion, that’s hers to deal with on her own time.”

“You sound too reasonable,” He chuckles before narrowing his eyes at me. “Please tell me you plan on making it out of this mountain rescue alive.”

I sigh heavily, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I do not have a death wish. What I want is to save her and live a life with her. If that means I need to force everything out to do so, then so be it.”

Hayes looks at me, blinking, before a huge grin breaks over his white teeth.

“The Alpha of Death is coming out to play?” He asks, his excitement overtaking the importance of the mission.

I frown at him, shaking my head. The Alpha of Death is a title I earned in my earlier years. The alpha with no remorse or mercy, as I needed to establish a name for myself. Battles are won much easier if people are afraid of you, and though I am a formidable fighter, the title is half the battle.

Fear leads to mistakes and I have never had to worry about those little mistakes as I never truly had anything to fear. Until now. Because now I have everything to lose and no room for mistakes. Which only makes my chest feel tight, because the second you fear mistakes is when you give them life.

“The Alpha of Death has never left me, brother.” I murmur, trying to remain calm and collected, which is not an easy feat as we traipse further into this fucking humid death trap leading to the heat of battle that I will hate just as much.

He says nothing for a few moments before he lets out a heavy exhale.

“I am sorry,” Hayes whispers.

ask. He looks over his shoulder, and I turn back to see Leandra following along with

He whispers. “I fucked up and I don’t think there is any fixing it. She won’t talk to me, instead she just sobbed and asked me to hold her hand and even that felt like she didn’t want to be touched. It

tweeting of the birds and chittering of various animals warning others of our presence. Then I turn and look at him,

with his mate. Ask for forgiveness from her, not me. If there is only one thing I learn from my time with Colette, it’s communication and trust

fault, Merikh.” He says, a frown

had no space to be herself, to have a voice or make her own choices. Listen to her voice, so she knows she still has one. I miss Colette’s every single fucking second of the day.” I say,

break already?” Leandra asks, looking between Hayes and I. She wrings her hands together before

you do something about this humidity? I feel like I

He shrugs. “This cost hardly seems worth it, though I must admit.

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shuffling behind me and I expect Caspian to come up next to me to speak about Colette or a plan of some kind, so I beat him to it. “The plan is to

will be

over a snake slithering away

unsure of how to speak with her. Not that she is too broken to speak or understand basic conversation, but without knowing what happened to her, or a basic understanding of her in general, I’m afraid of offending

can you command my lycan to shift?” She

wide, looking at her for a moment, mulling over her question. Leandra looks hopeful, a spark in her eye that makes it seem like she needs me to say yes. But it’s not that simple. I believe

choosing my words carefully. “But it is not a practice I want

defend myself, but you and Hayes can’t get to me? Or what if Hayes is about to die and I need to help him, or maybe

is full of surprises. But this is not something I want to control, especially

need to live your life without someone controlling your motions, Leandra.” I say

someone else.” She whispers, so

Leandra. That is the best way to live.” I assure her, and then I smirk. “And if you decide, Leandra, that you like

the world is on pause and I watch her curiously. Caspian and Hayes rush over, both stopping and looking at me before she snaps her head

breathes the words. Her fingers twitch as I bend

asks, confused.

gone silent.” I whisper, focusing

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