Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 111



*Merikh*

I hold Colette close, knowing that the second we arrive there will be no time to be close to her. There is a very real probability the people we love will die. Not all of them, but some, and potentially one of us.

The reality of that knowledge doesn't go unnoticed by anyone in the SUV as Johannes careens closer to where my pack was supposed to be hiding. It infuriates me beyond all things that I once again was blind to what Lauren might share with the enemy.

Granted, I had hoped the rumor of her existence had been false. The fact remains, I failed my pack again. Little mistakes that could change the tide of any war plague me at every turn and I need to force myself to be prepared for whatever outcome may arise.

"What is the plan?" Johannes asks, his gaze meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

"We need to get to Giselle. Get her alone and piss her off beyond belief." Colette says.

"Care to share why making her angry is so important?" He asks.

Colette launches into explaining the thought process behind it all as I zone out, preparing myself for every scenario.

"Alpha," Melody says softly, grabbing my attention. "Are you feeling up to this?"

Her question is quiet, while Colette and Johannes chat as if they have been on the same side for all their lives.

"I am fine," I tell her, even if it isn't true.

There is no choice but to be fine in our current situation. Yes, we could have taken another day and hoped Giselle would have been patient, but that is not how either me or my luna are. My brother and pack are on a fish string, teetering over the edge, and we are the only ones who can catch them.

"Will you be able to fight?" She asks, concern etched in her face. My gaze skirts over to Ezrah, who is very much pretending to be asleep.

"Of course I will." I frown, "Why don't you just ask what you are really trying to get to? You want to know if I will be able to protect Colette in my weakened state?"

She clears her throat and looks away, ashamed. I lean back on the seat, turning slightly.

"Let me be very clear. There is nothing, not even death, that will keep me from making sure she is safe." I whisper, and she nods.

the window, and I feel she is holding something back, so I press her

problems and what we anticipate while I pin her mother down with a pointed

Caspian choose not to come?" I ask her, and she grows rigid. Her hands twist at the seat belt before she fiddles with the hem

you, you can ask Ezrah too if you like." She tries to hide her face, but she is too much like Colette, looking away when she

asking Ezrah, I am asking you why you lied," I say, my tone harsh and I watch her throat bob

physically hurts to be near him. To know that all this time he never once thought that perhaps we weren't dead and he should search for

more at stake than upsetting

I was alive, I understand that, but...it feels like home. He feels like home, but that doesn't mean I am wanted there. Caspian spent ten years moving on from me, getting over me. I spent

convinced him to stay away because it's painful? Life hangs in the balance and she is

Thankfully, the phone for the Siren's is still in that cabin, and if I am lucky, Calvin will be there, and inform Caspian of what I sent

but I ease her worry with a smile. I motion for her to crawl back with me and she grins, slipping over

sleep. There is nothing

can feel a constant nagging, as if I am being tugged on like a fish finally hooked by an

while doing nothing but merely existing with my mate in my arms. Until that hum of the bond is gone, ripped from my mind and

and pulling on me as if it is struggling to separate me from the very life I ever refuse to step away from. My lycan howls loudly in

in me at my cheek, a wetness under my eyes and the sound of wind barreling through a concrete tunnel grows louder

and find Colette's tear-stained face. Her look of horror

roars, a raging burn down the side of his pale

taking stock

crossed the border, they attacked." Colette whispers, "They weren't waiting for us

reach out to my lycan, who still feels miles away. All I did was fall asleep. For

long was I asleep?" I

She frowns. "Eight hours,"

ago?" I ask, pushing myself up, ignoring the pain in my side that ripples up my body, making me shudder. "Feels like fucking forever and that is saying a lot coming from an immortal."

Johannes says, a

so I crawled back into try to free

eyes wide as I force myself to sit

went to sneak in to where Hayes and Leandra are. We thought she would be safest with him

her hand off my shoulder and forcing myself to sit up. Her hand grips to mine, and she bites her bottom lip,

are out on patrol. For every damn one I take out, another pops up to take its

the dragons?" I ask, a thought occurring to me that clearly