Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Merikh-” She gasps in surprise as I throw her forward and scream at her all at once.
“JUMP!” Colette flies across, as I leap slightly behind her.
She grunts as she rolls to the dirt covered ground and I land on my feet, barely over the edge, before my legs fly out from under me and I am falling. “No!” she squeals, her hand catching hold of my wrist as she thuds to the ground with lung crush force. She wheezes as she uses both hands to hold me tight.
My right leg feels incredibly heavy as a sticky, wet substance clings to me. Without looking, I know what it is. It’s the fucked up weird lizard creature that is probably truly just a wolf, just bewitched. But right now, it feels real magic or not.
I look down, kicking at him with my free leg, trying to get the prickly slimy tongue to unwrap from my ankle. My anger rises as the others come to a stop, hissing and growling as they pass back and forth.
At least my plan worked for the most part. The magic washes away with water, so for them to jump and miss, they would be easier to kill, nothing more than a zombie wolf with no actual skills or fighting abilities.
I swing my leg back, slamming it hard into the jagged rocks, the creature making a pained sound as it tries to cling to me. Over and over again I grunt, the sway of my movements propelling it harder and faster until finally it releases me and falls into the water below.
“Lift my hands to the ledge,” I say to Colette, the two of us finally breathing easy as she nods. She groans, lifting me a few inches as I move my hands to the edge and pull myself up, rolling onto my back, eyes closed as I breathe.
“See, that wasn’t so bad.” I mutter. Then I stand and dust off my chest that has minor cuts because of the rocks. My eyes scan around for Colette, who in the span of a moment has disappeared completely.
-Merikh-She calls for me through the mind link and I freeze. Colette is near. I can sense her, feel her, but the fear in her voice sets me over the edge. I can’t lose her, not here, not like this.
-Where are you?– I ask her, my head whipping around to catch her scent, hoping to figure out which direction to start in.
“She is here, alpha.” I hear a feminine voice call out and I try to place it.
It is not a voice I recognize as either Giselle or Lily It comes from my left and I whip my head in that direction a glint in the trees as a silver dagger flickers in the waning sunset. Worry morphs into sheer murderous rage as saunter over, my hands slipping into my pockets to show Fam not a threat…yet.
“Let me guess, you want to deliver her to Giselle?” I sigh heavily and the woman seems to smile as I move closer and closer. She is a cocky bitch, one not afraid of a Lycan king, which means she must be a dragon.
“I want to know how she escaped.” She grits out, moving into the light, a massive red raging wound cutting through her left eye that looks burned and dead.
“Ah. So you got punished for her escape, huh?”
“Someone helped her get out.” She bites out.
“And you are?” I ask, and she scoffs.
“None of your fucking business. Right now, I need her answer-“
“I got her out.” I say, leaning forward and shrugging my shoulders. “Simple as that,”
“There is a traitor in my horde.” She hisses, “And she knows who it is.”
“Eat shit, Jennifer. You killed my Gamma. Do you really think I will tell you shit?” Colette growls out.
She meets my gaze and I see the flicker of her eyes to the right. A blur of red flies toward her, a screaming rage tearing through the air as the dragon woman flies to the side and Colette falls to the ground before standing and rushing to me.
When I look up, I see Percy as he stands, his chest heaving as he places himself between Colette and this Jennifer woman. He paces from side to side, a sick maniacal laugh breaking from his lips as she looks at him, shocked.
“You fucking killed her?” He asks. She scoffs and looks past him. Pushing herself up from the ground.
“Colette, I will give you one fucking chance. I was going to let your little Alpha live but―”
“You talk to me,” Percy roars. “I am the last thing you will see before you bleed out.”
“Let me guess, that bitch was your mate?” Jennifer scoffs, getting ready to attack.
“My twin sister,” he bites out, and she laughs.
“Well, if you fight anything like her, then this will be quick. Don’t worry Colette, I will be back to torturing you in no time. We can play your favorite game, the one where I—”
“ENOUGH!” I roar, unable to hear another fucking second of what this fucker has to say about the things she did to my mate.
I should tear her apart, rip out each of her teeth and shove them down her own throat until they poke through and she drowns in her own blood. But Percy needs this kill more. He needs this to move on from the loss of his sister. And I need to witness every gory, glorious moment of it.
“Percy,” I say, my lip twitching with excitement as I bark out my command. “Kill this asshole.”
*Colette*
Percy’s hand steams, smoke rising at an alarming rate, a grimace forming on his face as Jennifer tries to transform. A bright orange orb bounces in her throat, as if her flame is trying to break free to take over, and Percy is the only thing keeping it in. He lets out a pained scream as he releases her, but he doesn’t back away as she gasps for air.
“We should go,” Merikh whispers, pressing at my lower back. My cheeks grow warm, my jaw clenching in frustration.
“The hell we will,” I say, sparing him a moment, before gluing my eyes onto Percy once again. “She killed Penny, and then she tortured me for days. And what she did to my mom-“
My voice breaks and I clear my throat, focusing on Percy as he ducks under Jennifer’s arm, gliding to the left as she lunges forward at him. Flames shoot from her mouth as she whips around, trying to catch him as he rolls away.
Merikh pulls me further from them, giving them space as I watch anxiously. We could join in, help him finish her and make this end faster. But I need to watch her suffer as much as Percy needs to be the one who kills her.
It won’t fix us, hell it will probably only make us feel better for a moment, but when time is the only thing that heals pain, you need a hit of something to hold you over until that time comes.
This is that moment. That memory when I close my eyes and I remember how it feels to have her hit me, or the sounds my mother made screaming by Jennifer’s hands, it will dull the ache. From a place that hurts to one that numbs, never erasing it, but at the very least feeling like we got fucking retribution.
“Percy will be fine. I have faith in his skill and his anger.” Merikh says.
“I do too, but I need to see this,” I whisper. Merikh’s hand tangles with mine as he sighs.
“Then we stay and we watch her be destroyed.”
Jennifer roars out, her head falling back as flames shoot straight up into the sky, the leaves of the trees near it recoiling from the heat before catching fire and falling to the ground.
Her skin grows scaly and her face morphs, an enormous head replacing hers as she grows longer and taller. I have seen a few varieties of dragons now, Teiran who was massive and other that are smaller, more like overgrown lizards.
Jennifer is an overgrown snake with legs, matching her personality in the most perfect way. Wings spawn out wide, as a slow flap sends wind tunneling toward us and she flaps faster, preparing for takeoff. Her eyes cut to me and I grin, knowing she made a fatal mistake.
She has underestimated Percy by taking her gaze off of him and giving him the opening he needs to ground her.
He sprints toward her wing as her legs lift off from the ground, both claws sinking into the thin, paper like veiny skin. She squeals in pain as his fingers rip through with ease, shredding her flesh before her swipes again and again. Small blood stained bits flutter to the ground like dragon confetti as she drops from the sky to the one side.
Merikh throws me aside by my hand, my side landing hard on the dirt ground with a whoosh of air knocking from me. I turn, wheezing as I watch her tail fly around haphazardly and see Merikh on the ground on the opposite side.
“Shit!” I hiss, forcing myself up as Percy leaps onto her back and she tries like hell to bounce him off.
She bucks and kicks like a wild horse. Percy tries to cling to her, but his claws glance off her thick scales and he slips down toward her neck. I rush toward Merikh who opens his eyes and tries to rise and move toward where the fight is and my stomach falls.
In the span of a second, he goes from having the upper hand to his shoulder being in her mouth as he wails out in agony. My hair stands on edge as I rush to stand, forcing myself to close my eyes and rely on my siren’s abilities.
A crunch rings out and bile rises in my throat as I open my eyes and break into a run. Her back is to me, and Percy is nowhere to be seen from the angle. I slip under her broken wing, panic gripping at my throat as I pop up and see Percy laying on the ground, unmoving.
“No, no, no!” I ramble, my eyes misting with tears as my skin feels like it is crawling, every bit of me hyper aware of what the fuck is going on. Jennifer has taken out an entire family and tortured mine. I should have just helped him kill her. I should have just told him to end her and not play with his prey.
But then he moves, his head shaking as his lycan form stands, his right shoulder droops and his eyes a full black as he throws his head back and lets out a heartbreaking lycan howl.
Percy moves to her, and she swings her massive head toward him, her jaw at an awkward angle, and I see flames dripping from her mouth as if she can’t open it to release them properly.
She stumbles to the side; her balance off from her wing and her dislocated jaw as she lands on a tree and her human form takes over. Jennifer cries out in pain as Percy limps toward her.
When he reaches her, he grabs her by the ankle, dragging her toward the center of where they had been fighting and he transforms back into his redhead self.
“The weapon you used on my sister was fucking barbaric.” He growls yanking her toward him as he kneels down and leans over her. “So fam going to have to get creative with what I use.”