Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Colette*

I feel like I am floating, my body humming with energy and a shockwave that zips through every vein, screaming for me to wake up. My wolf sighs in relief and the rest of me...it feels refreshed, hydrated.

Someone is murmuring to me, little sweet words in my ear as I come closer to consciousness. Arms are wrapped around me and a sigh tumbles out, then panic takes hold of me. I try to sit up but I am stopped, a voice calming me.

"Calm down, Letty." Merikh whispers in my ear and tears dot my eyes.

There is no way I am alive, and it breaks my heart. My chest aches and my throat feels like it is closing up as I glide my hands over his arms, holding him tight, clinging to the moment. A tiny sob breaks free, as my body shakes with sorrow and his face presses into my neck.

"Don't let me go," I whisper, not ready to leave him or worse, for him to leave me.

"Never," he promises, his lips pressing to my cheek as he pulls back, forcing me to turn in his arms.

Heavens, he is breathtaking, his green eyes soft and swimming with concern as he cups my face in worry. My hands feel over his body, touching injuries that make him wince as I make sure he is here.

"Merikh..." I whisper, my brows knitted together in confusion and a mix of shock. Is this real? He feels real, looks real.

"Were you expecting someone else?" He says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as I burst into a soft sob again.

"You're okay." I force out, and he nods, leaning down to press his forehead to mine.

"Only because of you." He says, his voice barely audible.

"You were in harm's way because of me." I correct him and he chuckles.

"I could say the same." He reminds me, and I lick my lips, sucking the bottom between my teeth. His hand glides over the back of my head, a trickle of water waking me up to the fact that we are in water. I should have noticed with how light I felt and how easily I moved despite my achy muscles.

"Where are we?" I ask him, looking over his shoulder.

"Blood moon cove" I hear someone come up beside me. I blink at a siren who swims around us in his form similar to my fathers though he is more slender, younger. Merikh holds me close, that tinge of jealousy wiggling through the mate bond and I smirk to myself.

"How is Caspian?" Merikh asks, and the siren gives a courteous nod.

"He will heal, in time." He says to Merikh before tilting his head as he looks at me. "Though I must say you look much better than I imagined you would after such a short time in the water."

"My wolf has a tendency to speed things up." I say, sliding a curious glance up at Merikh.

"This is Zale." Merikh says softly. "He is your long-lost cousin and the next to inherit the throne of your father."

miss the way his eyes narrow, as

am pleased that my father

as he smiles brightly and floats

the beach house over there." He says, nodding his

catching a glimpse of a cute white cabin on the beach near rocks where waves cascade over them, spraying the air with the glorious smell of salt and sea. There is only one scent that could ever top

else?" I

with you mother, and everyone else went back to

eyes grow wide as I look

"That is where they will go first. We have to get

has all been taken care of. We have a secondary site where Hayes,

of Percy and my eyes well

he?" I ask and Merikh

we have things we must do," he tells me, and

"I am well enough to travel now. Let me see my mom and we

when you get there?"

taking in his board shoulders and the way his face, though far more ocean creature like, still

kind."

skills. But Dragons are fire and beasts.

my skills." I tell him, and he

too late. I am annoyed, tired, in pain and so sick

not

Death. Me, my father or my beta and his mate. Me, it was all me

fucking proved it more than once and he doesn't know. How the hell would he know? Where were you, huh? Let your king wander around on land without backup or warriors to help

done throwing your hissy fit cousin?" He asks, "Because the sooner we begin training, the sooner you will be able to leave to save your little pack

to say more but nothing

to heal..." Merikh offers, and I

to his

sun setting on his

note of his scarred neck. I free myself from his hold, gliding around him in the water with ease as I reach out and touch his back. He is healing; the blisters disappearing, but the scar will be there forever, always that reminder of what I

grown stronger

my life, emotionally, physically

taken a lifetime to

yet, when I found

able