Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
why were they red?” I ask. “Werewolves don’t have red eyes, it isn’t something that exists in our kind…but I was sure they were wolves…”
“They were.” He agrees, but he doesn’t elaborate. I frown at his back, releasing a frustrated huff.
“I’m not understanding.” I furrow my brows and he again goes silent on me. “Alpha…”
“I’ve already told you, it’s just Merikh.” He murmurs. “We are mates now. Call me by my name, not my title.”
“Ah. Right, I forgot. Um. Merikh,” I say, pausing and biting back a nervous smile that breaks free. “What was wrong with the people who attacked us?” I ask.
“There are a few things that could have made them that way.” He says with a small shrug. “But my first guess is that they were under a spell.”
my brows knit together in confusion at his statement.
“Percy made it seem like this kind of thing happens a lot…” I mention trying to find the right way to ask about being spelled.
He chuckles, his shoulders rising and falling under my hands.
“In a sense, yes, we are attacked often.”
I frown, considering what he is saying. Here I thought this was the most powerful pack, the Lycan King who reigns over all werewolves, yet he is attacked regularly and from the looks of his scarred b*dy, they o “And do they always try to poison you?”
“This is not the first time, no,” he admits, sounding amused.
“But they are wolves…” I say matter of fact.
“Mmm, yes, these ones were.” He says simply, like there are any other possibilities. Unless that’s exactly what he Emergency calle only M calle onlyM
means. I blink, my hand stilling, and he slowly spins to face me.
“What do you mean by that? Like you mean humans?” I ask, and he tilts his head to the side.
“You don’t really think it’s just werewolves and humans in the world, do you?” He asks, a twinkle in his eyes. I open my mouth to respond but snap it back shut as I process his words. “I see you were under that murmurs.
“It sounds like…I mean…are you saying…”
“That there are other supernatural beings in the world?” he arches his brow and I feel him extract the sponge from my hand. Tossing it to the side as he faces me fully, rising to his feet. I limp back, stumbling slightly as he catches me, his warm arms wrapping around my back.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, my eyes following the sponge, wishing for that little tiny barrier between us.
“My wounds are clean,” His voice is a husky grumble tickling through my b*dy as I lick my lips and watch his face. His eyes trail over me, hungrily eating up what they can.
“So you are feeling better…?” I ask, feeling shy.
“A little,” Merikh gives me a knowing smile before he leans away, his hands on my waist ensuring I have a better footing.
My eyes grow wide in shock as I am drawn to the water dripping down his scarred yet impeccably fit b*dy. His abs ripple with every heavy breath and his massive chest rises and falls as he runs a wet hand through his hair, slicking it back before shaking it out.
I am suddenly traveling in the Sahara Desert, my lips dry and my b*dy sweltering with heat. He takes a step toward me, the towel around his waist slipping loose. I yelp, looking away as fast as possible. I can h “I have shorts on, Colette. Though I find this-innocence-
rather endearing.” He smiles wide as I peek up at him. He reaches out, grabbing the herbs on the side table and fresh bandages, and once again drops to his knees as he tries to wrap my leg.
“These herbs are for you,” I say, shoving his hand away. He freezes, scowling up at me.
“Your leg is in worse condition.”
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“You are still fighting poison.” I remind him, and he rolls his eyes, scoffing.
“I am used to my injuries. They will heal,”
“So will my leg.” I say with a frown, and he sighs.
“You are weak, Colette. Your healing will take longer than mine will.”
My cheeks grow pink again, though this time it’s a different kind of embarrassment. It’s not being caught staring or having lustful thoughts. It’s me realizing how pathetic I must look not only to him, but likely eve “Right,” I mumble, noticing how his hand hesitates for a moment. Then he exhales a sigh and places the herbs in my hands.
“Do as you please,” he grits out, spinning his back to face me, leaving me once again shocked by his actions.
I hold the herbs in my hand, looking from them to his back, and then I bite my lip. It’s crazy to think about it, even dumber to hope for it, but maybe…just maybe the Alpha of Death likes me…
“Merikh POV”
“So when do you plan to announce to the pack we have a new Luna…?” Hayes asks, propping his feet up on m couch. I scowl at him, pacing over and slapping them off my furniture.