Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“The Alpha was hoping you would join him for a movie and maybe a snack,” he says for me and I issue silent death threats with my eyes. “In order to help you become more comfortable around him. We know he can be imposing, but I promise he rarely “Oh.” she says, sounding surprised. “A movie could be fun…I’ve never seen one on a screen this big before.”
Hayes rushes off as I glare at him, my desire to pummel my brother strong. Then I turn and look at Colette, who looks like she is trying to shrink herself down. It’s painfully obvious she is used to hiding, being u vas!
“What type of movies do you like?” I ask her after clearing my throat. My lycan craves her nearness and, with keeping him away from her for a few days, I’m unable to fight the draw to her. She swallows and looks away grow closer, then she suddenly rolls her shoulders and straightens her back.
She feels a little different from when I spoke to her last. Every day she seems stronger, her wolf more alert, more present, and I can see her confidence growing. It excites my lycan and me to see her this way, “Romance?” I ask with a smile on my lips as her fiery eyes glance up to meet mine. “Perhaps a drama?”
“Action.” She says, a small smirk hiding behind her plush pink lips and I hum, a deep vibration in my chest,
satisfied.
“Really? I pegged you more as a princess movie kind of girl.” I admit, and she scoffs.
“Romance is not something I expect to ever experience, action however, well, I’ve already lived through one of those scenes.” Her lips press into an unimpressed line, and I realize how stupid I have been. I hav “Do you wish to be romanced, Colette?” I ask, and she frowns.
“When I was a girl, I dreamed of it.” She admits, “But I understand that it’s not meant to be.”
“You do not think I can be romantic?” I ask her, a little offended. “Do you think I’m just a brute?”
“No!” she says, shocked and uneasy. “Heavens, no! That’s not what I mean…I mean…
you asked me to be your chosen because you needed to make the treaty valid. I understand you probably have someone already chosen from within this pack who will be your true Luna. Give you heirs and le I bark out a laugh, my head falling backwards. She thinks she is a decoy mate?
“Is that what you were hoping for?” I ask, staring into her as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, looking nervous. “You are my one and only Luna, Colette. In choosing you, I have selected you to carry “But why?” She asks deflating.
“Why not?” I shoot back, reaching out and cupping her cheek. She tries so hard not to flinch away from my touch, but I catch the twitch and it enrages my beast.
“I was not made to be a Luna, or to be cared for. She whispers.
My heart aches to hold her, but my past prevents me from letting her in. I want her because she is mine. And what is mine stays with me. I want her because I need her, even if she doesn’t know it or why. What another woman.
“I chose you, so you are a Luna. And as far as caring for you, well, what is mine is well cared for.”
“Then why do you hide from me?” She squeaks, looking dejected. I sigh, reaching out to take her hand in mine.
“I do not know how to win you.” I tell her as I walk backward, pulling her along with me. “But I want to make this official, make you the true Luna…”
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“I already told you I was willing…” she reminds me.
“Willing is good, but I want you to want it.”
She goes silent for a moment, her cheeks flushing a beautiful shade of pink before she looks up at me.
“Then make me want it?”
My b*dy freezes, my mouth going dry and my hands clamming up.
“Make you want me?” I ask, and she nods. “How does one do that?”
“I’m attracted to you.” She offers, “but I don’t know you…we are supposed to be mates now, but I know nothing about you, this pack…”
“I see…” I mutter, trying to think of what to do next. I’ve never had to woo a woman before. With my ex mate everything was easy, it fell into place because of the bond. Or at least I had thought.
“I enjoy popcorn.” I announce and she bites back a laugh.
“That’s… well, that’s a start. I like it too.” She says, a glimmer in her eyes that brings a genuine smile to my cheeks as I plop onto the couch, dragging her down next to me without being too forward.
“I think we should enter an agreement,” I tell her, and she scrunches her nose in confusion. My hand reaches out, my finger stroking her nose, pressing the confused look from her face.
“We are already in an agreement,” she tries to remind me, but I shake my head no.
“I wish to be fully mated before the next big meeting where we will have to leave the pack.”
“You want me…” she points to herself, her eyebrows shooting into her hairline, “to go with you to meetings? Why? Where? Won’t they know how weak I am?”
“You keep claiming to be weak. Do you still have no idea who you are?” I ask her.
“What kind of meetings?” She asks, changing the subject as she tugs at the sleeves of her shirt and I smirk.
“The kind that will change your life,”
She scrunches her nose in thought, then tilts her head. “For the better?”
“Mmm, that remains to be seen.”