Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Well, I’m sure as shit not marking her yet,” I shoot back at him and he furrows his brow.
“It would be easier if you did.”
“Marking requires sex, Hayes, I remind him.
“Yeah, I know that.”
“I’m not really feeling all that gentle or loving. Do you suppose I should screw her while I am angry at her? I am sure that would make for a super comfortable first time.”
“With the rate you are going, you are fixing to be mad at her forever.” He says with a frown. “Why don’t you try talking to her about things?”
“I gave her the chance, to be honest. She lied right to my damn face.” I hiss at him and he rubs the back of his neck.
“Merikh.” He starts but I give him a dagger filled glare and he stops, looking frustrated. After a moment, he sighs and walks off, leaving me alone.
An hour passes, one filled with congratulations and giddy excitement as the kids leave the party and the parents remain drinking to their heart’s content. Colette makes her way back over to me, Percy at her side.
He gives me a nod before backing up to give us space and Colette reaches out to take hold of my arm. My lycan wants her touch, craving it, while my anger fights him for total control. I can’t slip up, I won’t “Are you ready to go back?” She asks, a look in her eyes I can’t place. Perhaps it’s a mixture of worry and desire. Or maybe she is drunk and just wants to lie down. Either way, I frown but nod. “Sure.”
The walk is fast and silent as I nearly drag her back to the room, shutting the door behind us. Her smell seems to suffocate me in this room. The bond between us is stronger now that she is officially Luna, and my lycan wants his Luna in the most desperate of ways.
“Merikh❞ Colette whispers. I press my head against the closed door, trying to gather my wits when her hand touches my back. I flinch away, moving from her and the door.
“Dont” I rush out, my wild eyes meeting hers, a sadness there but understanding and fuck if it doesn’t make it harder to stay away from her.
“I need to tell you what happened with Grady.”
“You really don’t,” I mutter, letting my anger take over to keep me from giving in to the pull that seems to hum through my veins. It’s unheard of, announcing your Luna before the mating ceremony, but I wasn’t expecting this draw to her. This need to make her mine in every damn way possible.
“Merikh, please, I am begging you, just let me explain…
“I DON’T TRUST YOU!” I roar at her. “No amount of words or talking will change the fact that I can not trust you.”
“Then why did you make me your Luna?” she asks, shocked.
*Because I NEED you.” I hiss and her brows knit in confusion.
“I don’t understand…”
“And you won’t. Because you don’t need to know, not yet.”
*Colette POV❞
Merikh paces back and forth, his hands sliding through his hair one minute and a scowl shooting my way the next. His lycan barely restrained and with every second 1 fear we are getting closer to it breaking free. My hand reaches out, but I stop myself, drawing it back to my stomach as I bite my lip and watch him fall apart.
Every part of my body screams to touch him, to be near him, but the hatred in his eyes chills my blood. If only he would let me explain. Let me tell him I chose him and slapped Grady when he kissed me. But I know it won’t make a difference, not now. Not when he has already made his mind up that I am a liar, and someone he can’t trust.
“Alpha,” I swallow, not sure how to address him when he is this mad at me.
“Alpha?” he scoffs, a sardonic chuckle breaking free. “You make out with your ex-mate, lie about it and suddenly I am back to Alpha? You call me Merikh. Understood?”
I nod in agreement.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper, wanting to counter his accusation with the truth. But Merikh isn’t looking for the truth right now. He is looking for sanity and it feels like I am the reason for the lack of it “I won’t be marking you.” Merikh finally states, stopping and looking at me.
His chest heaves violently, his breathing labored. Tears dot my eyes for yet another time tonight. It hurts, though I can’t say am surprised. I’ve done nothing but wear a fake smile, but I knew the moment Grady stepped out that there was no way Merikh would want me anymore.
“Perhaps you should choose a different Luna,” I murmur, my heart breaking at the thought, my wolf whining as she paces, unsure of how to react with me.
He is in my face in an instant, tearing me from the edge of the bed where I sit and dragging me to standing, Merikh’s eyes are jet black and his voice melding with his lycans.
green “Mine!” he snarls and I wince, looking away out of fear. His grip disappears just as fast as it had landed on me, and Merikh stumbles back into the dresser behind him. He shakes his head, then scrubs his hands down his face.
“I-I don’t know what to say…” I admit and he glances at me. “Merikh I don’t know how to fix this.”
Time will fix it. I won’t trust you, but I will mark you, eventually. But not like this. Not when I can’t decide whether to fuck you or to kill you.”
I can feel the blood leach from my face at his words. From the very first moment I met him, he was calm, collected, and put together. Even in his anger, it was never really pointed at me, being on this end of it, watching him come undone because of me..because of what I did it’s tearing my heart to shreds.
Merikh releases a heavy sigh and groans in frustration. Then he takes three measured steps close to me, but not too close. I can see the war waging in his green eyes. The way his lycan rails against him, fighting for control. And I can feel the rug to him, the growing urge to reach out and just make him mine.
Every second I stand near him my wolf seems to drool, going more hungry for a mark than she ever has been. Granted, she has almost been dormant for so long, so she hasn’t been hungry for much. Which only makes it harder to control her.
“My wolf” I gasp, as she lunges at the barrier in my mind, begging to be released, wanting to force him to mark us.