Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Colette*

"We need to get him to Calvin." My mom says, trying hard to remain treading water. "But that vampire won't leave the shore."

I scowl at the bitch who started it all. The one who broke my mate and made our relationship so hard. The one that we were told was lurking but decided to not pay her any mind. I hear a splash behind us but I can't avert my eyes from the blood covered vampire standing in broad daylight waiting for us.

"Melody, why are you out here?" Caspian asks.

"They were attacked," I tell him, sparing him a quick glance. He immediately grabs hold of my mom and looks her over in a panic.

"Are you injured?" he asks and I watch her as she squirms, pushing him away.

"Would it matter to you if I were?" She snaps.

I cling to Merikh, my heart pumping with fear as I look at the vampire bite directly over my mate mark and my lips twitch in anger. This is all her trying to get under my skin. I don't know what her ulterior motive is, but there is no doubt she is enjoying causing pain.

"Are you going to just stay out there?" She hollers out, her voice annoyingly chipper as she walks along the water's edge, kicking her feet through the waves that rush over the sand.

"You could always come to us," I shout back and she cackles with a huge, eerie grin on her bloodied face.

"And ruin this hair? No, thank you. But since you have to eventually get him to someone, I can just wait here for you. I don't mind." She sends us a fake innocent smile.

"Yeah, I'm sure you don't," I mutter in annoyance to myself. Then I spin, doing a backstroke with Merikh resting on my chest as I propel myself to the shallow end. I can feel the presence of my parents and Zale as I stand waist deep, scowling ahead.

"Why are you here? To torture the people I care about?" I ask her, and she smirks.

"What if I told you I was looking for a king?" she shrugs.

I snort and roll my eyes. The only thing this bitch can find with her eyes closed is trouble. There is no doubt in my mind about who she came here for, and it wasn't Merikh.

one then," I say, playing into her game.

squinting as she forces the corners of her

look like much. Why Giselle has any fear of you will never

her down, and hopefully Teiran will be able to talk sense into his father after she is gone. A war means death and hatred. What I want is a life of laughter and smiles. That won't happen if this war that has barely

eliminate her girl group of power hungry dickless assholes. Which means I will do what Merikh couldn't. Not that he is incapable, but

then I look at Zale, who has remained speechless through all of this. "You wanted to see

Death is in her eyes, not only hers but what she hopes to give to me, but I don't find it intimidating. My hands fall to my side,

I shift into my wolf, keeping my feet grounded in the water. My body grows cool, my blood replaced with

can with a hiss and shaking her body out

fair." She scoffs, her head tilting to the side before she shifts as well. Her lycan only partially shows up and

look into her eyes, noticing the way the color is off. Neither are they black like a true lycan or red like a hungry vampire. They are a mixture of shades of green, like a gross mold growing on

is rotting from the inside out. She was not created naturally and there for her, her blood isn't pure,

out and get ahold of me, but I float to the side in my water form. Lauren growls in annoyance, unsure of

like a toddler,

would be fair to attack Merikh, knowing her strength is more than is? I don't give a fuck about fair anymore. This isn't a fight for

closer. She turns her head to look and see what my attention is on, so I rush to the side, stirring up the sand into the water I am made of, and I block he view. She hisses at me, reaching out and slashing through

of this kind of ability weighing heavy on my sources and my wolf's strength. I shift

over my head, taking me by surprise as I look around and see Calvin, his big belly glowing with

with a quivering hand like he can't believe what he

d-down her

a second, standing

the charred

hands swirl with water as I touch her chin, yanking it down, the mere heat of her bones

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I lift it to her mouth and pour it down her throat. She convulses and sputters, trying to spit it out as she cries in agony. I stumble back in shock, landing on my ass in the water. The salinity helps to revitalize me at a