Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

I groan as I crawl onto the plush bed, plopping down next to Colette's sleeping body. My tired muscles twitch and tingle through me, from the hair on my head down to my toes. It doesn't matter that I've napped, or that my brother has refused to see me. What matters is my body is finally ready to shut down, and the thought has never felt so alluring.

Colette rustles as she rolls over onto her back, her eyes trained on mine in the low light of the room. I rise onto my elbow, scooting closer with great effort, and she bites her lips in a restrained giggle. My brow arches with a smirk.

"Something you want to say, Luna?" I drop my voice low, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek.

"No, I just..." she pauses, looking at my face before meeting my gaze.

"What?" I ask a concern growing in the pit of my stomach.

"I just love you." The words I have heard so many times feel different.

Maybe it's the heaviness of the days or the fact that this moment has a looming cloud of heartache, but they are weighted. Each one punctuated with the simplicity of the statement, but the inflection of her voice, the sincerity in her eyes. There is no way I can or will ever doubt that she means it. I can see it, feel it.

"That's convenient." I smile, "I just love you, too."

She giggles before she tugs at the blankets under me, prompting me to sit up.

"Do you love me enough to get off the top of the blankets so we can sleep?" She asks with a sweet smile popping on her face to convince me to move, but I see the veiled threat in it.

Colette may ask with her words, but her eyes are informing me I will be moving. I chuckle, rising up and crawling off the blankets before crawling under the silky textured sheets and heavy comforter. "Now come cuddle me," she demands.

My arm is already reaching out for her when she demands her cuddles, and before she can finish her sentence, I scoop her flush to my body. Colette wiggles into me, the back of her head pressing lightly to my lips. Her small body shudders in my arms and she presses into me further, silence coming over us as my eyes drift slowly closed.

"Thank you," she whispers suddenly.

"For what?" I ask, my voice groggy and just above the whisper.

"In your arms, it almost feels like I can pretend." She says.

"Pretend what?" I ask before realizing how dense the question is.

parents are still alive. That everything is okay and we are safe." Her voice breaks, as I hear a little sniffle. My heart falls to my

safe. When you are in my arms, you are safe."

are dead." She says as if she

for her. "So that

sacrificed so that everyone could survive, but...Is it so wrong

frown against her

doesn't make you selfish, it makes you self less. Caspian and Melody could be selfless because of

She says, her body now shaking in

ear. "Love remains after someone is gone. It's how we act, the ways we mirror them and the memories we cherish."

you get so good at this?" she asks me and I give a dry

parents, too." I remind her and

hard?" She whispers, her

love. It was very hard," I tell her and she gives me a soft smile

through a rising yawn. "Maybe

me with a gentle pressing of working lungs. I stave off my exhaustion for a few more minutes,

wakes, the depth of her grief will truly settle in and I don't know what that will look like. I just

weary eyes drift over to Colette, who pushes herself up as well, her eyes scanning the

scream happens again, one that is full of agony and suffering. I move across the room, slipping into sweatpants before rushing to the door. My hand

sincerity. "Hayes needs

through the door and sprint through the old pack house, hoping my memory is good enough to deliver me right to his room. But another cry breaks out this time, a softer,

the

look nearly as raging in the

say, shutting

much. He

chest stutters in breath. It reminds me of when he was little and we would spar. On the rare occasion I

you can't hug or touch because of an injury. With Colette, a simple touch can ease her mental load and her pain. But that's the beauty of the mate bond. The very bond he is

he sobs. "Please, just kill me. I don't want to be here. I don't deserve

are you talking about?" I say, trying to