Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Merikh*

"How is she looking?" Melody asks me. My heart is in my throat watching her swim, afraid she will love this world better than the one she lives in with me.

Could I handle it if she told me she longs for the sea? Would I regret everything if I let her do what she needs, even if it means leaving me behind? I shake my head at these thoughts, clearing my throat. "Like she feels at home," I say with a sigh, lifting my hands from the sand and wiping them together to clean the particles off.

"Ah," Melody says in a sort of musical tone, like she understands something I haven't even said. I look at her, arching a brow in question, and she chuckles, shaking her head back and forth.

"What?"

"I know that look, the thoughts in your head." She gives me a knowing half smile.

"I am sure you do," I mutter, realizing she had it worse than I do.

She had a fully fledged siren king. One who couldn't choose her even if he wanted to. Without the water, he would die. Colette, however, only needs to be near water, in it occasionally and she is healthy. But that doesn't mean she feels her best with her situation at home.

"Every single day was agony, every week another week my heart felt both full with Colette yet my life still somehow felt empty without him there. She was so young, and for a while she kept me busy. When Caspian would come back-" She pauses, her voice cracking. "It was heaven on earth. Nothing could touch us, ruin us."

"Until reality came for you." I say with a knowing frown.

She shakes her head and wipes a rogue tear from her cheek.

"It came for my daughter. My heart outside of my body and they took her and Caspian failed me. He promised..." She stops, her eyes closing as she sniffles and laughs to cover her sadness. The shudder in her body as she tries to inhale deeply doesn't escape me. It is obvious she is in pain, and not just physically.

"The problem with a promise is that no one tells circumstances they have to bend to our will to make them happen." I say, looking back out at my perfect mate as she dives beneath the water, disappearing from my view, my lycan growing uneasy every time she is gone from sight.

"Life has a way of doing what it wants, regardless of our own desires, that's for sure." she gives me a gentle smile, her eyes meeting the Siren who remains above the surface, his eyes trained toward the shore and I feel her shiver as she drags her arms over her chest, hugging herself close and looking away.

"You two haven't spoken yet?" I ask, and she lays her head on her arms, looking at me.

"Colette is not meant for the sea." She whispers, her voice full of sadness as she ignores my question, which is the answer in itself.

"How can you know that?" I ask her and she sighs.

GETS a choice. If Caspian could have chosen me, he would have. His love is pure, and so gentle. She gets that from him. The ability to

feeling flowing in through the mate bond as she shares it all. I smile to myself, closing my eyes as I accept every last moment of her happiness. Perhaps Melody

know how to protect her heart." I whisper, the moment passing

general first. The other bits

to do that?" I ask

and dusting her legs of the

a dragon," I frown at her. "How can I

says and I blink at her, annoyed that she has mentioned this before and yet, I still have no details

finally giving in, realizing if I want answers,

cabin." She says, "Walk with

look out at the water once more

dragons, it's with Caspian and in that

but it doesn't make me feel all that much better about it. In my head, she is only safe when I have eyes on her.

she needs. But maybe that is part of the problem. I haven't had

"Fine," I grumble, standing.

explain to me why you bartered for my daughter instead of my niece?" She says, but I know

niece is a terrible person." I tell her and she

learning that maybe my

he thought of protecting her for

realized she was mine. It's not a story that makes me look like a good guy. But Melody has

forgave you?" she asks as we push the door

willing to work through everything. Colette doesn't run from problems. She has the tendency to face them head

widely. "She gets that from

should be resting." Calvin says from inside the

has been ten years

himself as he drags herbs around and adds them to mugs like he is following a recipe

this tea," he says, pushing a

a curious glance and he freezes, leveling