Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 109



*Colette*

Silence falls over us as we wait anxiously for Merikh to explain what he means. It is clear as day to me he is still feeling awful, but he puts on a brave face, like always. I watch my mother as she gives him an encouraging nod before he racks his hands through his hair.

"Giselle is a phoenix. As far as we know, the only one of her kind, yet none of us know how to kill a phoenix. Either they aren't as invincible as we think or they have chosen to keep themselves hidden from her,” he says, clearing his throat.

I have to bite back a smile at how cute he is giving his little speech as if he had rehearsed it all week. But then again, maybe he had. It is not like I have been entirely present when I am with him.

It's not from lack of love or wanting to be near him, though. The water is exhausting, beautiful, but draining in every way. But by the time I crawl into bed, I am too tired to even want to change into something for bed.

He meets my gaze, dragging me back to the point at hand. Giselle, how to get rid of the roach that seems to never die? But I find it so hard to focus when he is near, and I am energized enough to stay awake.

I don't want to discuss death and war. I just want to snuggle into his arms and laugh about our past and think about our future.

“Colette?" I hear my name whispered to my right.

"Yes?" I squeak out.

"Are you okay?” My mother asks, her eyes on me and a frown tugging at her lips.

"It's just been a long day." I give her a tight-lipped smile, looking around at everyone else. "Sorry, I will focus."

is the only one who can kill Giselle. What if it's not about killing Giselle, but rather incapacitating

together as he processes what Merikh is saying. I must admit, the idea of not needing to be the savior of all our species and our allies is appealing.

will always be a threat. She will always come after Colette, or anyone who she sees as an

want to collect her ashes and store her in the ocean." Merikh

jab hits my ribcage and I hiss, rubbing my side. She scowls at me, quietly motioning for me to say

her ashes?" I ask him. "She is impervious to

impervious to heat, they become heat." Ezrah

the words leave his mouth, my eyebrows rise in alarm. Every time I have been around Giselle, the air is hotter than the last. She seems to be in a rush, forcing things to move faster, as if she won't be around to spur things on. Phoenix's are known for rising from the

that even the right word?"

is limited." Ezrah says. "Ash form is where they are most

He responds, standing and pacing the length of the deck in thought. "How do you suppose we get her to go up in flames? It could

been absorbing the dragon's heat when their emotions make them grow

my chest as I bite my lip, gnawing on it as I process all the information

to each other in some other language I don't understand while I stand from my seat and move closer to Merikh. His hand slips into mine, our fingers

shot, but if we can't kill her, the best we can do is make sure

the room, nearly drying me out, and I don't think it was entirely intentional. I think she expedited the war because she knows her time

this sense. That is the problem with chaos. There is never a plan and thus things eventually break down and crumble

mouth shut and looks away, his jaw clenched tight before he turns his angry gaze on Merikh. "How exactly do you expect to store said ashes?" Zale says, finally breaking out of the conversation with Caspian. "You have a plan, fine. But what about where it will go? Who will

opportunity." He says grimly, his

my lips as Merikh gives my hand a

from others,” I shrug. "Only the siren king will know, passing it down from

her to

stern look, then he exhales. "Look, I do not wish to be the person who makes such depressing observations, but we can not fight with you. Caspian is still recovering and only the royals can leave the sea