Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons

Merikh leans to the side slightly, looking down at me, his eyes scanning my face with a ghost of a smile. Then he leans down, and presses and tender kiss on the tip of my nose before he presses his cheek to mine and releases a heavy sigh. “I am tired,” He admits, though the…

“Hayes is standing by and ready to draw forces away when we need it.” Merikh reminds him. “If it comes down to it, we will fight and take out as many as we can before we get to her.” “And what about the dragon king?” Caspian reminds us. “I can only hope his son has…

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, arching a brow. It seems no matter who sick, heart broken or physically broken he is, there is no shaking this tenacious redhead. “My job.” He says. “I took an oath,” “And I told you to rest,” Colette says. “I will rest when you are not…

It’s not just others whose lives depend on me being able to drown out the blast, but my own. If I fail, I will be the first one to go and I can’t imagine what that will do to Merikh. My ankle twists as a stone rolls from under my foot, tossing me to the…

“Percy, Merikh vouched for Ezrah.” I remind him, but we both know that trust is gone. We can feel it, sense the shift in him. The end of his charade is so close, and he has let his guard down. “Let’s just move, quickly. We are close. I can feel it.” Ezrah walks first, trying…

If she sees me, she doesn’t show it. She is too wrapped up in what she is doing to care about the world outside of her scope of things. Her arms hardly outstretched before her as she continues to call to the water from every source she can muster up. Then, as if she has…

“I can not let you take it. The dragons will hunt us down for it.” Merikh says, his voice heavy with threat. “That is the point. They come for you and my kind is never even a suspect. Who will believe you now that all your allies are dead? Take your Luna, lick your wounds…

“She is in need of healing. Percy will take her.” I glance around, noting the bodies on the ground are either bloody or burned. Many of them are my people, and a sadness grows deeper in my chest. “Where is Beta Hayes?” Percy asks, motioning for the warrior with Brandy to take the ashes. “No…

“Poor Hayes,” Colette exhales. “Do you think he will be okay?” Percy asks, as he enters the room with a tray. He crosses in front of us, placing it down on the coffee table and then stands. “I don’t know,” I admit, the very thought that Hayes might very well never recover looms over me….

I move in front of him, his hand injured hand shaking on his knee and his good hand moving just as much. He looks down at the ground, his shoulders heaving up and down. Then slowly, he lifts his chin and I nearly break down. “Merikh,” he croaks out, his mouth opening as he sputters…