Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Like…eat with you?” I ask, taken aback.
Merikh turns to face me with an air of amusement.
“As opposed to what? eating you?” He asks and my face flames in embarrassment.
“I didn’t mean it like that?” I rush out and his smile grows wider.
I see the twinkle in his eye, the pleasure he is getting from my heated skin and inability to look him in the face. Oh, he knows what I meant…unless…he doesn’t and I’m just a dirty minded girl. I’ve never let my mind wander to such places before and here I am……
“Let’s get breakfast and maybe you could recount what happened last night. The more we know, the more we can try to figure out what they are after.” He mutters, moving toward the door. I scramble out of the “What do you usually eat for breakfast?” He asks as we leave the room and I furrow my brows, looking up at him.
“I don’t usually eat breakfast.”
“Coffee then?” He says, but I can hear his disappointment.
“Iced Coffee.” I smile at him, and he grins, looking pleased. I don’t dare tell him I drink it iced because it was always the day old coffee that I would sneak before the kitchen maids would empty the pot each night. Iced coffee is iced coffee, so why should he care it wasn’t fresh or actually was more room temperature?
“The cooks will have a spread of food for you to choose from,” he says after a moment and I can only assume he mind linked everyone.
“When will I have the mindlink?” I ask, and he tucks his hands into his sweatpants pockets.
“After we mate, fully. Your wolf acknowledges me as its alpha right now, and this as its pack, but you have not been formally accepted or presented yet,” he says and I can feel the weight of his eyes on me, tryi reaction.
I hide the hurt well, though. He still hasn’t presented me to his pack yet. Merikh claims to want me, he is kind and attentive and holds my hand through every grudgingly slow ‘training’ session I have.
Yet he still hides me away from everyone else. It is feeling more and more like I am his dirty little secret and that’s not a feeling I am keen on. The thought of him having a true Luna elsewhere creeps into the back of my mind and I try to shove it down. When I feel a tug on my hand and I glance to see his fingers wrapping around mine.
My eyebrows shoot up as I glance at him, my mouth agape. But he isn’t watching me, he is instead leading me gently as he looks down the hallway we are venturing. The moment is sweet, and my stomach se have joined a gymnastics team as it does its own floor routine inside me.
My heart races and I give his warm hand a gentle squeeze. Not one that is entirely noticeable, but one that says I like the touch. Because I do. I feel safer when I can feel him or be near him, especially after last night.
The smell of bacon hits my nostrils and my mouth suddenly fills with saliva, the drool reminding me just how hungry I am, and then my stomach releases a feral cry for food and Merikh chuckles to himself, pleased.
“Looks like we made it just in time, any longer, and it sounds like your stomach would have tried to eat me.” He wears a mischievous grin on his perfect lips and I bite back a laugh. He is right. Any longer and I may have gnawed on him. As we enter the massive kitchen, I see the display of nearly every breakfast dish I can name, and I lick my lips. I if she finally get to try all these things I have watched Leslie enjoy and taunt me with since I can remember. Oh, could see me now, she would be damn livid. And that though “Grab a plate and take what you want,” Merikh says and suddenly I’m stuck, rooted to the ground as my b*dy nearly recoils at the thought of breaking the rules.
Breakfast isn’t for people like me. I want to try everything that was prepared, but the thought of eating it brings back the memories of my maid training. The discipline I was told from a young age I had to learn. I was lowlier even compared to them. Merikh ushers me to the dining room table before he maneuvers around my chair and loads up one plate, laying it before me. Then he grabs his own and sits next to me. “Eat,” he says, pushing a fork into my hand as I look at him. All the memories of the painful beatings, the way my fingers ache in memory of being rapped on the knuckles for trying to eat when I hadn’t been tol Colette, please cat,” he says and I look up at him, a concerned frown on his lips as he stands at the counter, paused. “You need your strength.”
“Okay,” I smile, but it falters when I look back at the plate.
So instead of looking at the food. I close my eyes and shovel whatever I get on my fork into my mouth and I moan. The hash browns mixed with the perfectly seasoned and fluffy eggs tastes like heaven as I chew and swallow, opening my eyes and pushing more in.
Merikh sits across from me chuckling as he drops an iced coffee before me. I tilt my head, looking at it as he watches me closely, and I hesitantly reach out and take a sip.
“Holy shit.” I mutter, slurping more of it down. “What is this? It’s so good.”
“Iced coffee…” he looks at me confused. “Do you just drink iced black coffee?”
I nod, and he snorts.
“Are you a serial killer? Iced coffee should be flavored.”
“I wasn’t-“
“Allowed. I’m seeing a trend here.” He murmurs, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, his eyes. glued to me. But I can’t find the will to care as I set up a routine of scooping up food, then sucking coffee.
“Can I ask you some questions about last night?” he asks finally and I slide my eyes in his direction.
“Feed me like this and I will tell you anything you want to hear.” I murmur and he grins.
“Now tell me, what was your dream about?” He asks.
My movements freeze and I sit back from my plate, looking out the window with a heavy sigh.
“It’s the same nightmare I always have. Well, kind of, it’s a little different from before.”
“What was different?”
“She spoke in this one.” I murmur, her words echoing in my head, the clarity and fear in the words. It was her voice, the mother I could never remember…
His brow pinch above his nose and he hums in question.
“What did she say?” He asks softly. I press back into my seat, watching him before deciding I trust him. I don’t know him well, but I trust him nonetheless.
“She told me to stay, that they would be there soon,”