Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Ezrah, who is she?” Merikh asks, his brows pulling together. My heart stutters and I freeze.
Who is she? Does he mean me? Merikh has forgotten who I am?
“Alpha, this is not a funny joke.” Ezrah says frowning and Merikh scoffs.
“The only joke here is the one you are playing on me. You know damn well I don’t have a mate.” He seems to grow angrier as the room feels like it is going to spin. Then I snap. My eyes grow dark and the water in the cup next to him flies from its glass cage and splashes over his face.
“I am Colette. Your Luna and your mate, whether you want me or not, I am here to stay, so you better fucking start remembering now.”
He growls, lifting the blanket to wipe the wetness from his cheeks and as it falls back to his lap, I see a huge smile on his face.
“Ah yes, my little Luna, there she is,” he says, his voice a little hoarse.
I don’t know whether to cry, laugh or throttle the shit out of him, so instead I rush to him and kiss his lips. His arms slide up my back, pulling me close as the tears tumble down my cheeks and I weave my fingers into his wet hair.
The sparks explode at our contact, my wolf near purring at having him awake, kissing me and in my arms After what feels like too short of time, we break apart, the two of us panting as I look over his face, scanning every part of him from his forehead to his chin.
“You handled that better than I thought you would.” He admits.
“I get the feeling you like when I punish you.” I murmur, pressing my head to his lips. He chuckles into my hair and a smile pulls at the corner of my lips, despite my annoyance with his terrible joke.
“I like everything you do to me.” He says in a seductive tone.
I chuckle, shaking my head as I lean back and look over at the rest of him. Two holes sit over my mate mark and stroke my thumb over it, anger and jealousy combining with the violent urge to kill Laureninstead of Tetting the sun do it for me.
“Will he be fine?” I ask Ezrah, who is behind me.
“He will struggle to heal, but with time, yes, he will be normal.” He says, sounding tired.
I stand, walking over to him, a frown on my lips. He saved Merikh, but that doesn’t mean I trust him. It doesn’t mean he isn’t working on both sides of the war.
“Thank you for saving him.” I say nicely, and he smirks.
“But you still don’t trust me?” he asks.
“Not a chance in hell.” I snort. He nods in understanding.
“What can I do to earn your trust?” Ezrah asks.
I tilt my head, thinking why my trust means anything to him in the grand scheme of things.
“Pick a side.” I shrug. “And make sure it’s the right side.”
“Colette,” Merikh says my name, sounding shocked as he wears a piqued version of a look of disappointment. So I cross my arms over my chest and stare at Ezrah.
“Did you tell Merikh that you are the one who brought Lauren here?” I ask him. He looks away, ashamed, and shakes his head no.
“You did what?” Merikh roars. “Since when are you in the business of delivering people?”
Ezrah exhales, then drags his hand down his face.
“There are things I can’t remem-“
“Not good enough.” Merikh growls, throwing the blanket back as he stands, his legs shaking under him.
“Get your ass back in bed, you idiot. I am trying to tell you,” Ezrah groans. “I don’t remember, okay? One minute I was picking up a letter and the next I woke the fuck up here. If I try to remember, my head explodes in pain.”
“Why didn’t you say any of this earlier?” I scoff, and he drops his head.
“Did you give me the time, Luna?” he asks and I realize he is right. I never gave him more than a few seconds to explain anything.
“So what now?” I ask, sighing.
“I choose a side,” he says. “And I choose yours.”
*Merikh*
My neck throbs in pain as I frown at Ezrah. This is someone I trust, someone I considered to be a friend or at least friendly, even when the council refused to be that way with me. But Colette is right to question him and where his allegiance stands. Too much is happening, too much doesn’t make sense and he might just be that missing piece.
Hybrid Lauren wasn’t created on purpose. She was an accident, but who the hell put her back together enough for her body to heal? There is so much that doesn’t make sense.
Things that go against the natural law or things we understand as supernatural beings. My head hurts and a wave of exhaustion floats over me, lingering just out of reach to shoo away or catch and nap off.
“You are choosing our side?” Colette asks Ezrah, who looks sad, but he nods in agreement.
“Yes,”
“Why?” she retorts, her eyes narrowed as she waits for the truth.
“Fae have special gifts, and jobs we take seriously,” he explains.
“I already know that.” She grits out and he frowns.
“And you know that I have the ability to move very fast, to deliver messages and talk my way out of situations.”
“Not doing a very good job of talking yourself out of this one,” she snorts, and he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Luna, I am trying very hard to be cordial.”
I sigh, a heavy exhale as I punch the bridge of my nose.
“We don’t need cordial, we need honesty.” I tell him and he nods solemnly.
“I know.” he paces over to a chair and plops down, looking torn. “This has been my life for hundreds of years, this is what people with my abilities do. To share with you secrets I have been sworn to protect is breaking everything I know and believe. I will have no family after this.”
Colette softens in her anger and she frowns before she reaches out and takes my hand in hers.
“Ezrah, if you choose to stay out of matters, it is likely you will have no family at all. I don’t think Giselle will stop with just me. She has Lily, and she had Lauren. Who knows who else she has on her side that is coming to what? Capture me? Make use of me elsewhere?”
“There is no one else,” He says and I furrow my brows, for the first time unsure if I trust his words.
“I disagree.” I say simply, and his brows lift in slight surprise.
“If there is, then it is not someone I know, or I have at least not yet been made aware of who it might be.” He corrects his words.
I frown, watching his movements closer. Every dart of his eyes or rise and fall of his chest raises suspicion now. What if Ezrah is lying or what if he doesn’t know of someone else because he is that someone else?
“Have you worked with Giselle since everything has happened?” I ask him.
Colette entwines her hands with mine as we watch his jaw tighten and his eyes close in guilt as he nods his head.
“Yes.”
“Is it possible that Lily has control over you, like the others?” Colette asks, and he looks intrigued by the idea before shaking his head from side to side.
“She can not control me like she does the others. I have been neutral and due to the nature of my travels, I would be too far from her to be effective,” he admits. “That and I have spoken with Giselle, but never Lily. She is a traitor to my kind.”
“So you do have some honor,” I scoff.