Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

*Colette*

I walk in silence with Zale, my nerves sending shock waves through my hands, making them shake. This is fine, it will all be fine. Except what if they meet me and hate me and want to withdraw the whole joining our war thing? Then they have access to our pack and they could become enemies. I blow a heavy breath through my lips, an anxious sound breaking free as Zale chuckles.

"You are nervous?" He asks.

I snort a laugh and nod.

"What gave that away? The shaking or the labored breathing?" I ask, and he grins

"You are Caspian's daughter. Regardless of if you feel this goes well, I will honor my promise. We will back join this war." He says sincerely, and I frown at him.

"Then why would you phrase it like this is a 'must happen scenario'?" I ask him and he shrugs.

"I only said you must meet them. I did not say you need to be best friends and go on family bonding trips. We are a close knit family, or at least we all thought we were. The secret of you has been...interesting."

I bob my head and bite my lip nervously. Zale, though not much of a talkative person until after my dad's death, is someone I trust. Ezrah was different; he was an occasional friend, someone Caspian trusted over working with him. There is a difference when it comes to living with and being related to someone. At least in some capacities.

It didn't do much for me and Leslie, or even my uncle, that I didn't know was my uncle. But had I known, had she known, maybe things would have been different. It's doubtful, since Leslie was a selfish, spoiled brat who got what she wanted. May the moon goddess take care of her, but still. Leslie was a bitch and Zale...he is respectful, and he truly looked up to Caspian. I could see it in his eyes.

"So am I meeting like a grandma and grandpa or his siblings? Cousins?" I ask, trying to get a feel for what I am walking into.

"You will be meeting some of our cousins," Zale says, giving me a soft smile. "They are reserved and respectful by siren's standards. The elders rarely make these types of long trips."

"Ah," I murmur, only partially listening, squinting as I try to see who might be out in the water waiting for me. Are they hiding beneath the surface or perhaps maybe they have come ashore as only royals can do for extended periods of time?

"One thing to keep in mind, Luna, is that Siren's are a little...well, we can be abrasive. With them not having been around humans much other than King Caspian and now myself...they may seem a little..."

with a grin, my nervousness only growing

that." He sighs. "I

I look fat in a dress, they are the ones to ask, not Merikh. Noted." I say more to myself, but

way my mind spins with all sorts of scenarios, from great to terrible. I must be lost in my head for a long time because when a hand touches mine, I startle and I see beautiful aqua eyes that seem to move like the ocean current. A tan face smiles at me, near bleach blonde hair flowing

grin on her face to look over her shoulder. "Doesn't she have his face

man asks, looking bored as he steps closer, his eyes a sea

to face

for seaweed's sake,

would resemble him more. King Caspian was never scared. He never had a weakness." The younger girl says, tilting her

freeze, all of them looking at me, then Zale before he clears his

as Luna Colette." He tells them. "Plain or not, like it or not, she is of royal blood, like you all. Only she is

scoffs and throws his head

half-blood, part dog." He says, looking me up and down in

still possesses more direct royal

mouth twitches and he rolls his eyes, looking around at Maris and the others

anything water related?" Maris asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement as

even

I can. All dogs can swim. It's cats that hate water." I snap at him, giving him a fake ass smile. The corner of his lip twitches up, but he looks away before I can witness if it morphs into a smile. "Luna Colette can transform into a wolf on land and in water, only in water her wolf becomes liquid. She is

Caspian still

for all

back. "And your Wade, were warned of how to speak to not only the people on the surface, but to a princess of our kind. Drop your attitude or you will

pressing to his inner cheek like he has much he would like to

He grits out