Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“There are two spots over here, Johannes says with a devious smirk, pulling a chair closer to him. I growl vibrates through my chest as Florence laughs and the others watch in silence. It’s strange how the others don’t join in, but I assume they are already fed up with these two. It doesn’t take much.
“Enough,” a deep, tired voice says from behind us. I turn and watch as Caspian, who was supposed to be coming late into this whole charade, saunters into the dining room. Everyone seems to grow stiff, Johannes glancing away and Florence’s cheeks grow red in embarrassment.
“Caspian,” Florence says, shaking her hair out and flashing a quick smile. “We weren’t expecting you for at least another week.”
“I moved things around,” He says, walking past us, giving Colette and 1 a sideways glance. He commands the presence of everyone in his navy shirt and linen pants with a stern look. He smells of the ocean breeze and I glance at Colette, who watches him curiously.
Who is this?” He asks, taking his seat, thin looking up at me.
“This is my Luna. I announce, and he frowns, tilting his head.
“A new one? Already?”
“It’s been three years.” I say,
“And you are well aware she was a traitor and killed my father.”
“I suppose that doesn’t inspire much of an undying loyalty.” he frowns. “Sit. Eat. We will have a long first meeting tomorrow.”
I look and see two seats on opposite ends of the table and I tense, not happy about splitting up from Colette. She glances up at me, fear-filled eyes, and I decide to take a drastic measure.
1 drag her with me to the seat sitting to the left of Casplan and I sit, then I wrap my arms around her waist and tug her into my lap. She feels tense at first until I pull her hair to the side and kiss the bare skin between her shoulder blades. She shivers, then relaxes, leaning back into me as I nuzzle her neck.
“Is the chair next to Johannes not good enough for her?” Florence spits at us and Colette snaps her head in her direction.
“You can speak to me directly, and no. I will not stoop so low as to sit next to a soulless monster who steals mates for their Trac own fun,” Colette growls. I squeeze her tighter in gratitude, loving this savvy Lama and how she stands up for her kind, and 1. me.
Everyone is silent until Caspian chuckles and shakes his head.
“I like her better than the other one” He admits.
Pride swells in my chest at his words, knowing firsthand how far she has come. How hard she has worked to grow her confidence.
“She is something else, that’s for sure.” I say, meeting her gaze over her shoulder as her cheeks grow pink at the compliment. I catch Caspian looking at her, then casting his tired, worn eyes down at the plate served in front of him.
“Hold on to her, the mate bond is one thing I have always admired about your kind. There is nothing quite like it.” He says softly, once again sliding a sideways glance in our direction.
“Do you have a queen?” Colette asks sweetly, and he freezes.
“No.” He sighs, taking a swing of the goblet next to him. “No, I have not been fortunate enough to find my queen.”
In his I know it’s a lie. But few of us know that truth. Hell, until recently, I believed my kind was the only kind to know Caspian’s heartbreaking truth. He had a queen once, and a little princess too. He lost them both, murdered when he was away kingdom trying to change laws that kept him from his girls. Or so he thinks.
But as I mentioned, I know the truth. His queen may be gone, but his princess is alive and thriving. And she is sitting tucked away on my lap.
“Colette POV
I can’t help but feel bad for Caspian, as he looks away from me, unable to look me in the eye. It’s obvious that he may not have a queen now, but at one point there was someone he cared for, loved maybe.
I tilt my head, taking in his graying hair and the way his skin seems to glisten as if he dusted with a soft morning dew. He is a handsome man, looking dashing in his expensive clothes as he eats in his silence But king of the council or not, he is still a man, or part man.
“What is it like?” I ask, making him pause mid bite. “The ocean?”
He places his spoon down. Caspian turns in his chair to face me, his curious eyes taking in my face a spark of interest in his deep grays.
“That’s a strange question,” He says, but the malice isn’t there, instead he places his elbows on the table and leans on them, watching me with a curious glint in his eyes.
‘s just that I’ve never been to the ocean before.” I give him a soft smile. “I’ve always wondered what it feels like or even looks like under the waves.”
“It’s a shame you haven’t experienced for yourself.” He says, returning my smile. “The ocean is-
“Wet, and smells of fish” Florence interrupts, mumbling into her glass of whatever alcohol can get supernatural beings drunk. I’m not entirely sure they can get drunk, but with how she acts, she has to be drunk. All the time.
“My first time being near a body of water was when I came to my new pack.” I say ignoring Florence and reminiscing about the lake that instantly made me feel at home. The way the water just calmed me. The sound, the feel, having it near me.
“And did you enjoy it?”
I nod, giddily. “The water is magical.”
“It is indeed.” he gives me a tight smile, before clearing his throat. I glance around the table. Everyone’s eyes are on us, watching me like I am spinning some b, ready to catch Caspian and drag him away or something.
Then he sits back in his chair, looking between me and Merikh before he clears his throat once more and picks up his utensils again, then straightens himself out to eat the rest of his dinner. -You trained this dog better than the last one. He mutters, before scooping up food and pushing it into his mouth.
My jaw drops and Merikh’s arm tightens around me, a warning not to say anymore. My gaze once again slides around the table, taking in all the unfamiliar faces who try not to stare or gawk at me and my embarrassed, red cheeks “This is my Luna, Caspian.” Merikh says in a low, threatening voice.