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.

playing into her game. "This one is taken and

as she forces the corners of her

She giggles. "I mean, you don't look like much. Why Giselle has any fear of you

take her down, and hopefully Teiran will be able to talk sense into his father after she is gone.

to Giselle, I need to eliminate her girl group of power hungry dickless assholes. Which means I will do what Merikh couldn't. Not that he is incapable, but nothing pisses a mate off more than

I look at Zale, who has remained speechless through all of this.

My hands fall to my side, my palms facing toward Lauren

blood replaced with the salty water of the ocean. A

she can with a hiss and shaking her body out as if her lycan is

She scoffs, her head tilting to the side before she shifts

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 cheese that's set on the counter for days

an invincible hybrid, but she is rotting from the inside out. She was

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

throwing a fit like a toddler, and

amusing she thinks this isn't fair, yet she thought it 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

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

my sources and my wolf's strength. I shift back into my human form, dropping to my knees

look around and see Calvin, his big belly glowing with heat as he forces a

me a vial and pointing to Lauren with a quivering hand like

her

don't waste a

the charred face

it's replaced with new unmarked flesh. My hands swirl with water as I touch her chin, yanking it down, the mere heat of her bones trying to sear my hand

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the cork out, then 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