Filed to story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“That is all I can do Hyacinth says, sounding tired. “Your bruising seems like it was a little more than that. But you should heal much faster with your fractured ribs now healed and your bruised spine now better.”
“Thank you,” I tell her sincerely, and she steps around so I can see her.
“The pleasure e is all mine, Alpha King.” She gives me a small bow before Colette yanks her into a hug, a tear on her cheek as she whispers thank you over and over. Hyacinth only chuckles at her, pulling away from the hug with a soft smile.
“Aren’t you so glad you didn’t kill me in the woods now?” she asks and Colette nods.
“Very much.”
*Now, I have a brother to help through a terrible heartache.” She gives a tightlipped smile before disappearing, closing the door behind her.
“How does it feel?” Colette asks me “Honestly, I think most of my pain was from the spine and ribcage.” I tell her, though it’s not the complete truth, but maybe she will stop babying me and stay with me in the bed tonight. For the whole damn night.
She bites her lip, holding back a luminous smile, and I lift my arm, beckoning her to me. She snuggles up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder. We say nothing, just enjoying each other’s company before I can feel the shift in the room, the way the air grows tense and how the mind link shuts down.
“What is it?” I ask her and she sighs “When will you head home?” She asks, and it feels like the world stops spinning on its axis, violently spiraling out of control and into chaos.
“What the hell do you mean by “you?” I ask. “Do you mean we?”
She says nothing and I scoff, wanting to punch Caspian for speaking to her about this after I told him not to mention it. Colette doesn’t have the option to go with him. She is mine, and she belongs at my side. She knows this, so why the is she acting like she has the option?
“Caspian wants me to go with him-
“I know. And the answer is no,” I say bluntly. “I need you, our pack and kind need you.”
And I understand that, but what if I have more to offer?” She asks.
“Like what?” I scoff “Like abilities I don’t know how to use yet, or strength I haven’t unlocked because I have only been in fresh water and not the ocean. Caspian is at his strongest when he is near seawater. Maybe 1 am the same.”
“And what do you plan to do with these abilities?” I chuckle. Her going, her leaving at a time like this isn’t just absurd, it is stupid. Now is not the time for self–discovery and hopeful powers. It is the time to hunker down and plan for a war.
“Fight by your side.” She says it like it’s so obvious. But it’s not. How can it be when it is very obvious that she won’t ever be asked to fight!
“I need a Luna, not a warrior, Colette.”
“I could be both.” She whispers “No.” I say firmly, putting an end to this. “No. You are not going, not when war is about to start. I need you with me. I have to know you are safe at all time otherwise I won’t be able to think.”
“We will talk about this after you wake up.” She refuses to back down and 1 laugh.
There is nothing left to discuss.” I tell her.
“Fine, we will yell about it another time.” She says, shrugging “I wanted to be civil about it, but if you want to make it a fight, then we can fight in the morning. Right now, I need to sleep.”
I frown to myself, trying to remember when she became such a strong–minded woman, but then my frown turns to a smile, realizing how far she has come since she came into my life. It was only a matter of time before my meek mate became the strong–headed lana she was meant to be. I just sort of hoped I wouldn’t be on the receiving end of it anymore.
“Colette”
I stare at myself in the mirror, my hair wet and dripping down my bare shoulders as I tilt my head, watching the droplets with intense concentration. My abilities take so much effort and emotion. I try to convince the droplets to float off my body but they don’t move, insteall rolling down like they would any other day before I knew what I was.
-Colette?” Merikh calls, a soft rapping on the door with his knuckles. I sigh, frustrated with the stubborn man who should still be in his bed rest, not walking around the room in search of me.
“Yes?” I call out.
“Caspian is asking to speak with us,” He says, his voice muffled through the door.
I gaze at myself once more, my stomach a mess of knots. Caspian is going to want my answer soon, and with Merikh wanting to leave as soon as possible, I need to decide what is best for me. For my pack.
“Just give me a second.” I mutter, grabbing a towel and drying my hair as best as I can. I toss on my jeans and tank top, yanking on a linen button up as I exit the door and nearly run into Merikh. My eyes fly open wide, stopping in my tracks as he places his hands out to catch me.
“Woah.” he chuckles before he pulls me close, wrapping his hands around my waist. “Trying to lay me out again?”
“Are you kidding? Keeping you in bed is the hardest thing I have ever tried to do,” I tease, leaning into his chest as I look up into his eyes. There is more spark there, the dark circles under his eyes now gone and he looks good. Damn good,
“There are some easy ways to keep me in bed,” He winks, leaning downL
His lips press to mine, soft and sweet, before my fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him as close as possible. My mouth part, and his tongue teases me, darting out to skim the small opening I provide him. A little needy moan tumbles out and I can feel him smile against my lips before he applies more pressure.
He latches onto my bottom lip, nibbling on the sensitive skin before he overtakes my mouth with his tongue. My hands glide up his neck. holding him in place, afraid he will pull away before I am ready to let him go. I can feel his fingers dig into my hips before they move lower, tucking into the back of my jean pockets.
“We need to go,” he murmurs against me.
“Mhmm,” I agree, not giving him the chance to stop us. He hasn’t been well enough for anything like this, me too afraid to hurt him and his need to be on his belly has really diminished any ability to be intimate. But if he can stand long enough, sit on the edge of the bed. then there are ways we can be together, or close. Right?