Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 115



Hayes paces the border, his hands in his pocket and his eyes up toward the sky. He is anxious, his inability to sit still and his erratic movements as he checks his watch and scans the forest are all telltale signs. And if that wasn't enough to let us know, he lets out an enormous relieved huff of air before he grins.

"Have a nice little vacation, brother?" He teases, moving toward us in wide strides before he drags Merikh into an embrace.

"So relaxing it felt like I was going to die," Merikh grins.

His eyes slide to me with the glint of a hidden joke, no doubt referring to that pesky bite still noticeable over my mark. Something I will no doubt have to fix soon enough. Once we have the time to think about something other than just trying to keep ourselves and everyone else alive.

"Not funny," Hayes frowns. "Ezrah filled us in on your run in with Lauren. How are you feeling?"

"Heavens, I am fine." Merikh groans. I am half tempted to tell Hayes that Merikh is struggling with lycan but I choose to keep that between him and I for now. "Tell me, what has been happening here? Where is our line? Do we have other packs coming to our aid?"

"Others have arrived, but most of our reinforcements are stuck on the outer banks on the other side of the dragons. They have made it known that no one gets in." Hayes frowns. "I hate to have to tell you this, but your cousin did not make it."

Hayes looks at me with a small frown and I furrow my brows before I realize what he means. My eyes grow wide in shock and my mouth falls open.

"Leslie is dead?" I ask, a pang of sadness growing in my chest as I think of the unborn baby in her belly, the one that may or may not have been Grady's.

"Alpha Bentley felt she needed to redeem herself after lying about being pregnant to get out of being mated to Alpha Merikh. Even though we all know he would have stolen you and jilted her if it had come down to it," Hayes explains.

Merikh wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close as I struggle with the emotions rattling through me. Or rather, the lack thereof. Leslie was my family, not that I knew it until much later, but still. She was a large part of my life, and her actions lead me directly to Merikh's arms, but apart from that...I feel nothing. There is no sadness in her end for me.

"And my uncle?" I ask.

a soft smile, stepping up next to Hayes. I nod in understanding. It doesn't surprise me in the slightest that he would hide from the fight and use his daughter's death as an excuse

of his nose. I look back, watching my gamma, who clearly needs medical care as he takes his stance in his given spot just

for anyone to listen. A warrior takes heed of my command and

but the pain morphs, his

him and gripping onto his uninjured arm.

"Yes," he says begrudgingly.

visual of Percy being a chew toy, but there is a lot to fill you both in

face us and Hayes falls in

notice as I inhale and then slowly exhale, reaching out to the earth, my siren searching and my wolf calming to a near

as my nerves tingle and my fibers seem to hum with glee. The ocean water did wonders for me, but fresh water, untouched and from the earth,

and yelling echoes

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line under a tent, grabbing food that is dished out with speed and precision. It's not what would imagine before a war with their

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danger while waiting for warriors to show up after the battles. Eyes wander toward us, lighting up in pleasant

back surrounded by

two worlds is strange and new, but

house, slowly climbing the stairs. "You should rest," I say to Merikh, sensing his exhaustion as his feelings tiptoe the line into mine. He has been exhausted since Lauren's little attack and while I

you are saying you want to go

need to rest. Maybe it will help

sit and eat without talking." He says, changing the subject, his eyes sliding to mine with

the hall as we inch through the door. She pulls me into a tight embrace, her heart pounding as she holds me close and pulls back, cupping my

looks at Merikh, reaching out and taking his hand to