Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 107



I pace the old wooden porch of the small cabin we have been staying in. Well, where I have been sleeping and Mom, Merikh and Calvin have been living. Guilt runs rampant in my mind, tearing apart a decision I have made in the last near week.

Should I have come? Should I have allowed Merikh to even stay with me, or would it have been wise to send him with our pack, insist he be where he should be?

"Stop doing that," Caspian says, sighing heavily as he pushes himself up from the swing hanging from the old rickety ceiling.

"I can't sit still," I say, shooting daggers from my eyes in his direction. A frown tugs at his lips as he shakes his head.

"That is not what I mean, Letty." He says, his gentle father's voice turning on. "You can not change what happened by standing here and thinking about how you could have done something differently."

"What would you prefer I think about? A life without him? Preparing for a world where he does not exist-" I pause, my voice cracking as my eyes water. Then I clear my throat and roll my shoulders. "You are right. I can't change what has happened in the past. But staying out here, waiting and doing nothing doesn't help anything either."

"You should be training." He says, simply. My eyes snap to his, my blood boiling at the mere suggestion of leaving Merikh alone and at the hands of fucking Ezrah.

Ezrah who has been at every turn when shit goes down. Ezrah who works for no one yet everyone at the same time. The damn messenger who seems to think his neutrality wins peace when all it does is bring war to everyone else's door steps and he delivers it.

"I do not trust him." I hiss out, unable to tone down the anger that oozes from every part of me.

"He is in there, of his own accord, trying to help," Caspian says with a frown.

"He is in there fixing the fucking mess he created by bringing the fucking abomination to our doorstep under the guise of 'I am a messenger, this is what I do'," I scream at Caspian. His eyes turn dark.

"Ezrah has been a trusted friend for many, many years,"

"As was your mate, yet now that you found her, you ignore her and suspect she is a plant among us, while your trusted friend delivers a messenger who might have killed a council member, the lycan king. MY FUCKING MATE!"

His lips twitch and his nose flares as he breathes through it heavily and looks away from me.

"I did not say your mother was a plant to spy on us," He whispers and I snort a sardonic laugh.

Caspian avoids the topic of Melody at every turn. I ask when he will speak to her, but he changes the subject. I ask him to come to the cabin but he was too injured and still recovering. He is near her and he can't seem to find words to be civil.

He doesn't have to say what I already see on his face when he looks at her. Caspian wants her to be the bad guy, so he doesn't have to bear the guilt of her suffering for ten years while he sulked and blamed her for my proclaimed death.

him. I pace over to Zale, who sits in a rocking chair, an exasperated expression on his face as

male,

remain out of this, my

Yes, there is a fear that they got to your mother. Can you blame me? You are taken, your gamma killed, and they place you next to your mother and somehow you escape with her?

away from him, then turn and lean on the white railing of the deck. He makes valid points, but convenience doesn't equal

a spy, and they did not turn

be so sure?" he whispers, and I see the conflict in his eyes. For the

wolf to heal, even now after being freed. She was locked in a damp, dirty cell with bars of silver. When I cried, she let those

says, that inner conflict turning to sheer

years. They toyed with her by playing tricks with magic and using a fake version of me as bait. And yet when I was there, she was so willing to trust

spin to see her holding the door frame for stability, her eyes watery. "Melody," Caspian's voice breaks,

your darkness to share." She says, her voice

she slips into her room, closing it behind her, the lock slipping into place. Caspian footfalls stop following me

the hall and through my room to find Merikh sitting up in the bed, looking

I take a few steps toward him. He tilts his

I don't look at him, my eyes are glued on the man staring

doing well. Thankfully, you are here and he

Merikh asks, his brows pulling together. My heart stutters

Does he mean me? Merikh has forgotten who I

funny joke." Ezrah says frowning and

grow angrier as the room feels like it is going to spin. Then

and your mate, whether you want me or not, I

wipe the wetness from his cheeks and as it falls back to his lap, I see a huge

she is," he says, his voice a little

shit out of him, so instead I rush to him and kiss his lips. His arms slide up my back,

me and in my arms After what feels like too short of

than I

get the feeling you like when I punish you." I murmur, pressing my head to his lips. He chuckles into my hair and a smile pulls at the

you do to me." He says in a seductive

chuckle, shaking my head as I

sit over my mate mark and stroke my thumb over it, anger and jealousy combining with the violent urge to kill

I ask Ezrah,

struggle to heal, but with time, yes, he will be normal."

walking over to him, a frown on my lips. He saved Merikh, but that doesn't mean I trust him.