Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“They are going to kill her…” I whisper and Trina exhales.
No, she has been here longer than we have. They think she still knows something.”
“What does she know?” I whisper, my throat dry. She shrugs, and I look at Lenard, who crosses his skinny arms over his chest.
“You tell us what you are and maybe we will tell you.” He says with a victorious grin.
“Fine,” I grind out. Everyone outside of here already knows I exist, so how does them knowing what everyone else now knows a bad thing? “But I want all my questions answered.”
“Sure,” Lenard shrugs and I don’t feel entirely confident he will answer my questions, but in desperation I give him his answer, anyway.
“I am a Hybrid.” I say simply, and they both blink at me before barking out a laugh. “My father is King Caspian of the ocean. My mother is Melody, a werewolf of alpha blood.”
“Melody…” Trina says, looking up at Lenard, who has grown quiet and contemplative.
“I thought you said you were a Luna?” He asks after a moment of silence.
“I am. My mate is Alpha Merikh, king of the lycans and werewolves.” I say and he blinks before he turns on his heel and walks away. “Wait, you said-”
“I know what I said.” He grits out. “Right now…I just need a minute.”
Trina follows him, whispering along the way.
“She wasn’t lying. Lenard.” She whispers. “Elle’s name is Melody. She wasn’t making it up.”
Elle is your mother.” He says, spinning back to face me and rushing over to the bars.
“I think so.” I admit, and he shakes his head.
“No. I am telling you, she is your mother, and she has told us all of this for so long…”
“Do they hurt her a lot?” I whisper, looking at the narrow hallway, waiting for them to bring her back as another cry breaks out, morphing it into a terrible sob. When no one answers, I turn to look at them and they both are looking away from me, ignoring the question.
“Do they hurt her a lot?” I ask again, this time a demand, and they wince.
“Only as much as needed. Now we have questions for you.” The same man from before walks in, a weak and trembling scrawny woman getting tossed into the cell next to me. She crawls further back before giving up and rolling to her back, letting out a deep, pained groan.
The door opens again to my cell, and I jump up, moving toward him. Finding my resolve and my inner strength. I need to channel my inner Penny so I can escape and save my mom. What she needs is to be free from this awful place.
“I can walk.” I tell him, and he throws his head back, laughing.
“You won’t be when we are done with you,” he says with a grin.
“Do your worst,” I spit at him as he grabs my arm.
My eyes slide to my moms watching as she stares at me, blue tears in her eyes, sizzling down her face as she tries to lift her hand to me. If she can handle this for ten years, I can handle it for as long as needed. Because once Merikh realizes I am not with my father, these fuckers aren’t just meeting my mate.
They are meeting the Alpha of Death. And there is no escaping him. I know, because I have tried.
“Merikh “Where is Percy?” I ask Hayes, who walks into my office without the only other person I asked to see.
“He is sick.” Hayes says, worry on his brow as he shrugs. I give him a confused look, and he sighs, tossing his hands up like he doesn’t have a better answer.
“Sick?” I ask. “Like how the humans who get a runny nose and headaches? Or sick as if he is still infected by that Fae asshole?”
“Sick as in, He hasn’t eaten a single thing since we got home yesterday and has been dry heaving and vomiting…”
My brows furrow in confusion. Lycans do not get sick. We don’t have stomach bugs or colds, our lycans heal us too quickly to ever feel any of the effects. Which means something is wrong, very fucking wrong.
“He can’t get sick. It’s not something that happens.” I remind my brother.
“I can show you, if you want,” Hayes says. “The healers have already been called to see him, but he is indeed sick.”
I stand from my chair, walking past him to the door, yanking it open.
“Where are you going?” He calls out behind me.
“We are going to go check on our gamma and figure out what the hell is going on.” I holler back. He mutters under his breath as he rushes up to my side.
“Maybe it is all the stress of having his mind raided and run by someone else?” Hayes offers, and I shake my head no.
“How is your mate?” I ask him and he says nothing. I slide a glance in his direction and he rolls his eyes.
“We haven’t really had much of a conversation since she has come back to herself.” He admits. “But no, she has not been sick and throwing up.”
I hum in thought as we make it to Percy’s room, stopping as the healer walks out, looking pale and a little green in the face. I arch a brow and he bows, his hands sliding over his stomach.