Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
I frown, not fully believing him. “How did you find out we were supposedly dead?” I ask.
“Our little cabin was burned. Nothing left. Just the necklace I made you with your mother and this-” he holds up the small thin scrap of worn out leather in his hand. “The remnants of the last thing I gave her!
“But you did nothing…” I furrow my brow. “You didn’t try to find who supposedly killed us, or go to the council…”
“I know who did it, which is why I refuse to ever let them on the council again, and your mere existence is at threat to the council. It would be telling them I broke our most coveted rule. I would have been kicke from the council, disgraced.”
“Oh my, that sounds so awful for you. Almost as bad as being hunted and killed.” I say, scowling at him as my stomach twists in painful knots. “You hid. You are a coward who just accepted our death without trying to find out who the REAL culprit was. It’s so easy to just blame the werewolves. Which your mate was. Were you actually sad or relieved?”
“Losing you both broke me,” he growls, throwing his chair back as he stands abruptly and leans over his desk toward me. “You have no idea what it is to mourn the loss of a love you never knew you could feel and a child that meant everything to you. Knowing I failed, you both nearly killed me.”
“Nearly hardly seems like enough.” I hiss, scowling at him.
Finding my father is one thing, knowing he overlooked things for fear of persecution because of what I am? It’s heart shattering. He couldn’t accept me fully when I was around for him to love. What do I expect him to do now?
My body tingles, my wolf growing angrier by the second as my emotions run over me, only feeding the pain and hurt that I have kept under wraps for years. Warm arms wrap around me as I sneer at the man supposed to be my father. His eyes looking around me, awe in them, before looking back at me.
“You need to calm down,” Merikh whispers in my ear, the warmth of his breath fanning over my skin and making me shudder.
“I don’t want to give into his embrace to let him hold me and calm me the way he is but I suddenly feel drained, like my essence is leaking from me one drip at a time and I feel lightheaded, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment before I force them back open.
“What did you do to me?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at Merikh who scans my face with worry in his beautiful green eyes. Then I look past him, watching the water in the air floating above a vase and the water aquarium as it warbles and the fish all line the glass, every one of them looking out like they are waiting for a command.
“You are draining yourself.” He whispers softly. “You need to relax.”
“Says the assholes who lied to me.” I mumble, taking his advice anyway as I allow myself to focus on something different. I have a family. Like him or not, respect him or not, I’m not entirely alone in this world and he can give me answers about my mom. If I can keep my cool long enough to get his answers.
*Merikh*
Colette paces our bedroom floor, back and forth and back again, her hands in her hair and her lips moving as she wordlessly speaks to herself. After realizing she can manipulate water, she ran.
She claimed she needed space and perhaps she did, but maybe it was her father’s proud look or my hovering over her that made her feel like she was suffocating instead. No matter what the cause, I chased her.
It took some convincing for her to let me in the room, but when she did, I nearly crumbled at the look on her face. My Luna is falling apart and I’m the reason for it.
It is my selfishness over and over again that has pushed her to her breaking point and now I have to witness the aftermath. This is my punishment, witnessing the havoc of my choices. Even if I have combined myself, it was all for our kind “Colette,” I call to her softly, trying to get her to look at me. To just acknowledge I am here and she isn’t alone in this.
I
Even though I was the idiot who placed this barrier between us. I can’t help but go back and forth on what I did and the ways I could have done it all differently. I used her and I know it, but in the process, I fell for her and the lies became my way of protecting myself. It is clear to me now; she is the one who needed protecting from me,
not the other way around.
“How long have you known?” She asks, coming to a stop, her eyes wild. Then she points to the couch where Percy sleeps with a soft snore. “Did he know?”
“No, Percy did not know.” I frown, “But I have known since before I ever met you.”
Her eyes well and she bites her lip, refusing to let the sob I can see coming out.
“You didn’t come to my pack for Leslie…did you?” She whispers.
My eyes fill with tears as she breaks down every moment from the second she ever laid eyes on me. I know what is coming, what questions she will ask and all the answers I will give that she will doubt in every way. I feel defeated, fucking beat down as my heart rails against my aching chest, just wanting to be in her arms.
“Merikh Colette paces our bedroom floor, back and forth and back again, her hands in her hair and her lips moving as she wordlessly speaks to herself. After realizing she can manipulate water, she ran.
She claimed she needed space and perhaps she did, but maybe it was her father’s proud look or my hovering over her that made her feel like she was suffocating instead. No matter what the cause, I chased her.
It took some convincing for her to let me in the room, but when she did, I nearly crumbled at the look on her face. My Luna is falling apart and I’m the reason for it.
It is my selfishness over and over again that has pushed her to her breaking point and now I have to witness the aftermath. This is my punishment, witnessing the havoc of my choices. Even if I have combined myself, it was all for our kind “Colette,” I call to her softly, trying to get her to look at me. To just acknowledge I am here and she isn’t alone in this.
Even though I was the idiot who placed this barrier between us. I can’t help but go back and forth on what I did and the ways I could have done it all differently. I used her and I know it, but in the process, I fell for her and the lies became my way of protecting myself. It is clear to me now; she is the one who needed protecting from me, not the other way around.
“How long have you known?” She asks, coming to a stop, her eyes wild. Then she points to the couch where Percy sleeps with a soft snore. “Did he know?”
“No, Percy did not know.” I frown, “But I have known since before I ever met you.”
Her eyes well and she bites her lip, refusing to let the sob I can see coming out.
“You didn’t come to my pack for Leslie…did you?” She whispers.
My eyes fill with tears as she breaks down every moment from the second she ever laid eyes on me. I know what is coming, what questions she will ask and all the answers I will give that she will doubt in every way. I feel defeated, fucking beat down as my heart rails against my aching chest, just wanting to be in her arms.
“I did not.” I clear my throat and shake my head slightly from side to side before I look at her. Her red, swollen gaze is trained on me. “I came for you. Leslie was a way to get close.”