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.

to the window, and I feel she is

speaking with Johannes about potential problems and what we anticipate while I

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

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

say, my tone harsh and I watch her

to the back of her neck. "It physically hurts to be near him. To know that all this time he never

is more at stake than upsetting exes." I

was no way for him to feel I was alive, I understand that, but...it feels like home. He feels like home, but that doesn't

and force back a disdainful chuckle. She convinced him to stay away because it's painful? Life hangs in the balance and she is more concerned with her own feelings than the thought of potentially losing

had taken from my brother on his way to come for us. Thankfully, the phone for the Siren's is still in that cabin, and if I am lucky, Calvin will

a text, then slam the phone shut. 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

sleep. There is nothing in my dream at first, no visions, no sweet memories to relive as it

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

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

at my wrists, yanking 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 my head, a distorted, distant sound as pain laces through my side. The world falls silent in the dark recesses

that was forcefully put inside 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

find Colette's tear-stained face. Her look of horror turns to one of

damn time!" Johannes roars, a raging burn down the side of his

around in shock, taking stock of everything. "What the fuck

weren't waiting for us to

feels miles away. All I

long was I asleep?" I

She frowns. "Eight hours,"

like fucking forever and that is saying a lot coming from an immortal." Johannes responds, creeping over to us while keeping his head down. “Who

a smirk on his thin

you were stuck, so I crawled back into try to

eyes wide as I

to where Hayes and Leandra are. We thought she would be safest with him since they don't know he is

I ask, gently taking her hand off my shoulder and forcing myself to sit up. Her hand grips to mine, and she bites her bottom lip, looking nervously at

For every damn one I take out, another pops

I ask, a thought occurring to me