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

“Everyone has taken their clothes off to let it dry. You should do the same, but you can wrap up in this.” He says kindly. I nod, taking it from him, my white fingers struggling to bend as I clutch it. Then he frowns and Marcos reaches out and takes it back. “How about I…

“What do you mean?” “I mean, you never wanted to see her broken, and now that’s all she is. A broken misfit like the rest of us. Like you.” “I don’t dislike her.” I retort. “She just…..gets on my nerves and thinks she is high and mighty. Not to mention she has to fight every…

“We have never done anything to keep us from finding him, but it worked in our favor when you didn’t want a tracker…In a way, we thought it was you subconsciously not wanting to die,” Nisha says in a small voice. “Noted,” I clip out. “What happens after we accomplish our mission concerns none of…

“Then what do you suggest?” Koda asks, his anger barely restrained. “We need to split up. One group goes that way, the other this way.” I point to my right. “We need to find a way across, and quickly.” “I said no splitting up.” Hayes barks out and I step in front of him, trying…

“Fuck you,” I spit at him. “Get up and start fucking moving. We need to go find Ezrah.” Then I turn my back on him and walk away. A movement on my left-hand-side catches me off guard, my hand flying up to protect myself as pain takes over every nerve in my body and my…

I shake my head, a giggle breaking free as I press my lips together tightly. “Just curious is all.” I manage to choke out. He rolls his eyes and then looks down. “Okay, yes, they may be a little tight.” He shrugs. “Do they look bad?” Do they look bad? I want to bark out…

“Ah,” He groans, his arms gripping me tight as if he is dragging me onto him harder. “Oh, oh…shit!” I cry out, trying to keep my voice down before he buries his head into my neck and grunts. “Fuck, Leandra…yes…fuuuuck.” He groans. My heart stops, my ear throbbing and my chest burning. It shouldn’t hurt…

“Maybe silence is the best route for us.” He grits out. “My thoughts exactly.” I grumble. “Follow my lead and try not to get yourself and me killed.” The tension between us is thicker than it was before I gave into the pull of the bond. I can feel every look he gives me, as…

“No, it’s more…….I dressed her when she was knocked out and we didn’t exactly…undress for what we did, just sort of rearranged…….” I try to explain, feeling weird by saying it all out loud. Marcos seems to think, his eyes where she was minutes before. “Shit.” he sighs. “I really wish I would have been…

“Why do you want to see the Alpha and Luna?” I ask him. “I trust your Luna, and I believe she can help me.” He says like it’s such an obvious thing. “But the question is, does she trust you?” I arch a brow and he looks away. “I see we will make no headway…