Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
I watch as he disappears, both needing his arms around me and simultaneously hating the idea of him ever touching me again. If what he is saying is true, if Caspian is my real father, he has taken a potentially beautiful reunion and shattered it with deceit and trickery. Does Merikh truly care about me, or was I his pawn all along?
Even last night, our beautiful moment I couldn’t wait to share with him is called into question. Was he hoping that by screwing me, I would cling to him and not be angry? Or did he care about my feelings in all of this at all? I want to think 盘
about Percy, to be with him, but being near Merikh makes me feel physically ill.
Caspian’s face appears before mine and I blink away the tears as he reaches out, looking for me to take his hand. I scowl at him, crossing my arms over my chest instead, and he frowns before he nods in understanding. A frown tugs at the corner of his lips. Then he sighs heavily, striding away from me before turning back around.
“Do you remember me?” He asks hopefully, and I shake my head now, my brows pulling together as I try to recall anything about him.
“No.” I tell him honestly. “Truthfully, all I have of my mother are dreams I thought were nightmares. Always her leaving me as I chase her through a marsh area, only to be abandoned and never see her again.” “She left you?” he asks, his brows rising like the action surprises him.
“Yes” I say before sighing heavily. “At least I think she did. I don’t remember much past being new in the pack where I grew up since I was ten He looks away in thought.
“Uh, what pack did you grow up in?” he asks, like he may know it. Strange coming from a siren who should know nothing about the werewolf world other than he knocked up a she-wolf and created me, supposedly.
“Black Mountain Pack.” I mutter, and his eyes snap to mine. He seems to stand a little straighter as he licks his lips and swallows hard.
“Black Mountain pack.” He whispers. “With Alpha Bentley,”
“Uh yes.” I murmur, surprised that he knows his name. “How did you know?”
at He clears his throat, looking away for a minute, before looking back, a tear slipping down his cheek.
“He is your uncle.” He says, looking me in the eye. A bubble of laughter burst from my lips, my chest loosening with the action as I laugh at the absurdity.
“No, Alpha Bentley was my alpha. I served his daughter as a maid and they treated me like absolute garbage. He is not my uncle.”
His face falls, anger creeping back into his demeanor as he shuffles to his other foot.
“He treated you like a maid?” He grits out and I watch him like he is a little unhinged.
“Yes. But I mean, I am a maid, well, was.” I tell him and he looks away, his jaw muscles rippling with effort as he clenches his teeth.
“You are a Princess.” He growls. “And an alpha blood werewolf. You are no maid, even if he forced you to do maid-ly things. You are royalty.”
“I am not.” I scoff. “You don’t even know you have the right person. You are just going to take his word for it?”
“I can see so much of her in you.” He whispers. Reaching out to touch my face, I lean away. “And my family as well. Do you have any powers?” He asks.
“Powers?” I scoff. “Until recently, I hardly had a wolf that would show up because I was so weak.”
He nods. “That makes sense. Your pack is nowhere near water. When you were little, you were so sick, just a tiny little thing your mother had to be near water for you to thrive. How you must have suffered being so far from water for so long.”
I blink at him. His words striking something in me, something that feels like truth. A part of me that doesn’t understand how he could know that innermost thought.
“How…” I squeak out the question, not sure how to form the full sentence.
“You said it yourself, Colette. Water feels like home.”
“That could all just be coincidence.” I whisper, too afraid to hope for anything good in my life. The last thing amazing I had blew up in my face mere minutes ago. “Lots of people think water is relaxing and calm.”
“I could tell you felt it differently.” He says, “I could see it in your eyes. It’s why I thought you were catering to my good side, trying to wiggle your way onto the committee.”
“But you said it yourself, your daughter died.”
“I was wrong.” He answers, looking hopeful.
or now.” I swallow.
“I think you are wrong now,
“He’s not.” I hear Merikh behind me and my hairs prickle with his closeness. I hate him. Deep in my being. I can feel that anger rising again and I spin to glare at him.
“I want answers.” I glare and he nods.
“I suppose you both deserve them. But this is not the place.” Merikh looks around like he is trying to find a spy. “There is no one here we can trust “You can say that again.” I snort. Merikh frowns.
“He is right.” My supposed father says, suddenly looking nervous. “Your mere existence is a threat to all species. If they find out what you are, they will kill you, my pearl.”
I blink at my father, his pet name echoing through my ears, speaking to my inner child, and I realize I have heard that name before. Been called it many times. Could he really be my father? Am I really a hybrid one so feared by the council that they tried to have me killed? I inhale sharply, then clear my throat.
“Fine. But I want every question I have answered. No holding back. I deserve the truth, or I will leave.”
Merikh tugs shut the large bay window’s curtains, looking around outside as before he turns to look at me. Caspian has all the lights on in his immense office of silver colors and various shades of blue swirling along the walls like shimmering waves of the sea.