Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 119



Merikh's thumb rubs up and down my hand as he holds it tight. The air is thick with tension, as if nature knows what to expect. There has not been a single tweet or chittering of forest animals since we set foot here. All life has run from their homes in their desperate bid for survival. And yet here we are, readily marching into what they run from.

"Are you both sure about this?" Hayes asks, walking up behind us with a grim look on his face. "Really, truly sure this is the best course of action?" “Best course of action? No. Only course of action? Yes." Merikh says with a solemn look. “There is no surviving a war against the dragons. We may be able to hold out for a time, but in the end, we will end in ash, like all their foes before them. Giselle needs to die. Today. Or we will all die tomorrow."

My skin prickles at his words. There is no room for failure here, even with what feels like a crackpot plan. Hayes rubs his temple and closes his eyes, breathing heavily before he meets his older brother's gaze.

"Let me go instead." He says, his words soft and pleading. "They need you more than they need me. And if this plan fails...it is you. They would follow into the fire, not me."

I step closer to him, touching his hand gently as he turns his sorrowful face toward me.

"I promise to put out any fires I can and keep our Alpha alive." I give him an encouraging squeeze on his hand.

"He is not the only one I worry about, Luna." He frowns.

"Be ready for when we reach out in the mind link. When we are ready, that is when we will call for everyone to attack. Can you keep the mate bond block up long enough to block out Leandra's pain?"

He nods and takes his hand back, shoving it in his pocket.

"Yes, Luna." Then Hayes takes a step back, giving us a nod. "Be safe brother, you are the only family I have left."

We watch as he leaves, and I glance at the clock anxiously waiting for my parents to arrive, along with Ezrah. The moon is high, a sign the heavens are with us, both as a siren and a werewolf. The water in my veins is stronger, more rampant than what it would be during the day. "Colette," I hear my mother say, rushing toward me. She takes my hands, tugging me into a hug. "Promise me you will be safe." "Of course I will be. Truth be told, I am more concerned about you," I tell her and she sighs, a smirk on her lips.

"I am the daughter of an Alpha, mother of the only hybrid in the world. There is no need to worry about me. I want revenge just as much as you do, sweetheart." She tells me.

“So you two will sneak up on her from the west. We will hit the east. Ezrah has claimed the south and Johannes is already there.” Caspian says, moving toward us out of the dark. "What is it you want us to do when we get there? Shall we taunt her with insults?"

is bullshit. But it is the only way to end it all here and

we can do is hope that Lily's

comes down to it, we will fight and

dragon

has kept him home and safe." I admit, biting my lip. "We don't have

and I shake

is it. We have to do this. Now is the only

my mom. I don't miss the way his arm hangs at his side and her fingers seem to

be safe, daughter." He says softly as my mother throws her

allows," I nod, before turning, grabbing Merikh's hand and sprinting into

where needed. My wolf trembles in excitement and my siren side. It feels feral, needy,

part of me not entirely excited about the fight ahead is my brain. I keep trying to over think, over plan. But I know more than anyone else that planning anything in life is worthless. Plan the basics, not the

his

know we are getting closer as the plant life seems to look dehydrated

my might; him catching my wrist as he lifts me into the tree. I bite back a smile as I

the opportunity to fight alongside him like this, in a war or on a mission. And now that I witness it, I think it may be one of the most single sexiest things he has ever done with

his intimidation and incredible fighting skills and

us. I shy away, not wanting him to see the way I ogle him, until I feel him at my

in a husky tone. "It is especially hard to run

I turn my head, bringing out lips

I whisper before stealing a quick

It rises to the surface in a slow flow, wetting the parches ground, softening it so we can move without fear of

to run along in the trees-Merikh says in the mind link. I snort a sarcastic laugh and shoot him a 'in what world' arched

fall out and break a

up the tree as I break into