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.

back to see Leandra following along with Caspian. The siren king chatting animatedly with her as she nods

“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

birds and chittering of various animals warning others of our presence. Then I turn and look at him, making sure he

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 can save you a

Merikh.” He

is, go talk to Leandra. She has had no space to be herself, to have a voice or make her own choices. Listen to her voice, so

together before looking at Hayes, her cheeks

I feel like I am drowning in it.”

hardly seems

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off. I hear 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 get in and

it will be that easy.”

slithering away with

is too broken to speak or understand basic conversation, but without knowing what happened to her, or a basic understanding of her in general,

you command my lycan

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.

theory, yes.” I say, choosing my words carefully. “But it is not a practice I want to

asks, her brows furrowing. “What if I need to 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 Caspian

something I want to control, especially if we want her lycan to surface on its own. Sometimes danger is required for that fight–or–flight part of the

need to live your life without someone controlling your

easier to live for someone else.” She whispers, so quietly I almost

best way to live.” I assure her, and then I smirk. “And if you

body going still as if the world is on pause and I watch her curiously. Caspian and Hayes rush over, both

is following us.” She breathes the words. Her fingers twitch as I bend

Caspian asks, confused.

silent.” I whisper, focusing on the trees to my right.

Fatio