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.

I feel she is holding something back,

with Johannes about potential problems and what we anticipate while I pin her mother down

ask her, and she grows rigid. Her hands twist at the seat belt before she fiddles with the hem of her

tries to hide her face, but she is too much like Colette, looking

tone harsh and I watch her throat bob as she swallows. "There is no way he wouldn't be here

admits, her hand reaching to the back of her neck. "It 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

at stake than upsetting exes." I say with

bond the way I do. There was no way for him to feel I was alive, I understand that, but...it feels

to stay away because it's painful? Life hangs in the balance and she is more concerned with

Thankfully, the phone for the Siren's is still in that cabin, and if

Colette slides a glance in my direction, her brows tugging together in a silent question, but I ease her worry with a smile. I motion for her to crawl back with me and she grins, slipping over the armrest and into my arms, snuggling

deep sleep. There is nothing in my dream at first, no visions, no sweet memories to relive as it feels like I toe

fish finally hooked by an eager fisherman on the shore. My lycan tries to break into my

my arms. Until that hum of the bond is gone, ripped from my mind and body as panic

lycan howls loudly in my head, a distorted, distant sound as pain laces through my side. The world falls silent in the dark recesses of

me? Then a fluttering blossom in me at my cheek, a wetness under my eyes and the sound of wind barreling through a concrete tunnel grows louder until I cry out in pain,

I blink and find Colette's tear-stained face. Her look of horror turns to one of sheer relief as she kisses

roars, a raging burn down the

in shock, taking stock

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

to reach out to my lycan, who still feels miles away. All I did was fall asleep. For what? Fifteen minutes at most and suddenly I wake up

was I asleep?"

She frowns. "Eight hours,"

me shudder. "Feels like fucking forever and that is saying a

a smirk on his

you were stuck, so I crawled back into try to

I force myself to sit up a little higher. "And

she would be safest with him since they don't know he is no longer neutral." Colette says, pushing me

sit up. Her hand grips to mine,

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

for us? Not the dragons?" I ask, a thought occurring to me that clearly they haven't had