Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“That time no, but I was injured the first time. They crashed into our vehicles and dragged me out by my broken leg. My femur was shattered and the only person who was there to help me was Merikh. He was ready to die to protect me, to bring me home.”
“I hate to say this, but there are many who do not like of like your mate, Letty,” he frowns and I hark out a laugh.
“He is abrasive. But he is loyal to his own downfall. Merikh is broken, but he is trying. We all are, and it’s all for. This person who is after me, what reason do you think they would want me?” I ask him.
“I can not say.” He responds by shaking his head and shrugging.
“I can. They want to hurt Merikh To break him beyond repair and ruin him and I will not let them.”
“Hmm, and you think it is the same person?”
“I know it is.” I tell him resolutely.
“Oh, and how could you possibly know that if you don’t know who it is?”
anyone Werewolves don’t have red, glowing eyes.” I snort. “Neither do lycans. And they do not attack their new Luna and Lycan king. How many species can manipulate what others do and how they act?”
“In a way, almost all of them.” He admits, “But wouldn’t that mean that it could be anyone both times? That it could be separate attacks. You said yourself one was a dream weaver, and the other was wolves with red eyes. He seems to be in deep thought as he speaks.
“The dream weaver led me to the border in my sleep. At the border, waiting for me, was a crowd of red-eyed wolves. Do you think two separate parties would use the same exact people if they were not working together!”
He pauses for a moment, his lips pressing together in a thin line.
“Why are you telling me all of this? Are you trying to play to my sympathies and manipulate me?” he asks, arching a brow.
I shake my head, smiling at him.
“No. No, I am informing you, out of respect for the position you hold, that someone here on your honorable council is a coward. I want you to know that I am hunting them.”
“They are protected, no matter what or who they are. They are under the protection of the council. Killing any of the members would get you exiled.”
“What good is that punishment when we are already exiled?” I remind him with a small smirk.
“We will not see eye to eye on this matter, I fear.” He sighs heavily, shaking his head.
I shrug and keep walking, picking up my pace to get back to Merikh a little sooner. No matter how much he gives me the silent treatment. I crave his presence when I’m not around him.
Maybe it’s the supposed second chance mate bond her claims we have. Or perhaps it’s because I find I feel safe with only him. Either way, I want this encounter to be over.
“I suppose not.” I frown, my eyes scanning the shadows of the trees along the east, looking for Percy. It would be nice to know where exactly he is, to give him a signal that I want him to come whisk me away. “Your friend is still there. I can sense his presence.” Caspian says without looking at me. “He is lucky that we allow him to remain here. We could have him dispatched, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it”
“We wouldn’t be here if we couldn’t bring him, and touch him and I will rage a war.” I snark at him a little sassier than I
should.
“Mmm, I don’t recall even inviting your kind here in the first place,” He retorts. This king swaps moods quicker than a woman trying on a dress for her first date.
“And yet we found an invitation. You don’t find that odd?” I ask him and he refuses to look at me,
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” Caspian mutters, sounding bored.
“Someone at this event wants us to be here.” I shrug. “My guess is the person who is trying to hurt me, and Merikh has ulterior motives.”
“It is possible.” He shrugs, sounding disinterested before he releases a large huff. “Well Letty, it was an interesting interaction but I suppose I should be off…”
“Can I ask you something?” I ask, stopping him by stepping in his way. He Places his hands on his hips and looks me over with a curious gaze before nodding and rolling his eyes.
“You may ask, but I do not promise to answer,” he bites out, making sure I understand he is in control of this conversation.. Which means I need to tread lightly…
“Why can’t you have a mate?” I ask, and he laughs, caught off guard by-my question. I notice the way the water ripples in tune with his melodic tune, and I realize that is just a small semblance of his true force, his real power.
“Sirens do not have mates, like unicorns or witches,” he explains. “Werewolves and lycans are the favored of the species, always the loyal one and you were all rewarded with a love that can not be refuted.” I snort. “I’ve seen it be refuted. Rejection seems to be a rising trend in our community.”
“Yes, I suppose you have, considering the story you told us at dinner a week ago. What I mean to say is that it is a soul tie. Something that goes beyond love. It’s a completion of your soul. Without it, you are only half a person.”
I furrow my brows in thought.
“So then, what do you call your version of a mate?”
He shrugs and looks up at the sky for a moment.
“We use the term mate as well, but it does not have the same meaning. Ours is a partner. Someone we chose as we think they will strengthen us and make us wiser. Mates for us is a strategy, one that often ends in multiple mates.”
My brows knit together in thought.