Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“My mate is a fucking lycan zombie bitch, and you hit her!” He roars, shoving me. I snap at him, glowering in his “direction.
“Get your shit together. I knocked her out, so we didn’t have to kill her. And if you want to go make sure she is safe, you need to focus on fucking staying alive.”
He takes a deep breath, looking around as the ground shakes, the fucking beasts getting closer and closer by the damn second. I search where we are, no fucking clue which way is up, and I think about Colette.
What will happen to her if I am gone? When she feels the bond break, if I die, she will come running and they will have her. That won’t fucking happen. Not if there is a single breath left in my body.
“You go back and get Penny and Percy. Maybe Caspian will have someone he can spare, too.” I tell Hayes.
“Over my dead fucking body, will I leave you alone out here?” He yells.
“That is an order, beta. You will go back and bring reinforcements. I am ordering you to leave me,” I hiss and he winces, trying to fight the order. “If you want me to live, you better get your ass moving.” He looks like he wants to cry as he turns and sprints off. The second he gets away from this area, his lycan will come back and he will haul ass. I only have to hold off for half an hour. I may be able to do that, but then again… without my lycan, I am not nearly as lethal. My strength remains, and my agility too, but my razor-sharp teeth and claws won’t be on the board anymore.
The beasts finally arrive, and they don’t slow down as the barrel toward me, trying to run me under. They tower over me now by at least three feet. I find a sharp rock as I slide under an oncoming plundering fist, and hammer it twice into one’s leg.
The beast seems unphased as it kicks at me, striking me in the chest as I fly into a tree with a thud. I wheeze, standing as fast as I can before I dodge to the left, stumble between trees, using them to help hide myself.
All I can do now is play cat and mouse. And for the first time in my life, I’m the mouse.
‘Colette”
I stare out the window that I know is facing the opposite way that Merikh went. My stomach aches fiercely, my instincts telling me I need to go after him, but I push them away, knowing that I’m just anxious that he is no longer at my side.
Penny warned me that the bond may be stretched too far for me to feel at times, though Percy chimed in to remind me it’s likely that Merikh will also bury the bond. In order for me to not panic, if he finds something, he will likely close me out. Which seems far too like him.
“He is the lycan king,” Penny reminds me. I roll may eyes and chuckle, trying to hide the nerves that twist and turn in my stomach, making me queasy with every passing second. “When you tell me lycans are immortal, I will stop worrying.” I tell her with a nervous smile and she frowns, reaching out to rub my arm before she bites her lip and looks at her brother. “Do you maybe want to go to the kitchen?” She whispers. I furrow my brows, confused by her suggestion, considering we have a mountain of snacks that was just delivered. “Penny, we are not leaving this room.” Percy clips out and she frowns.
“Being trapped in a room is not helping her anxiety, Perc.” She tells him and he presses his lips together. “Plus, Alpha didn’t say she had to remain here, only that we have to remain at her side.” Percy stands, pacing over to us at the window as he pulls aside the curtain and looks outside for a moment. Then he releases a long breath and looks directly at me. It’s strange to see how much he has changed, the way he went from excited young gamma to a seasoned protector in what seems like such a short time.
“Would it put your mind at ease to be closer to where he is, to watch for him as he comes back?” He asks, arching a brow.
I wrestle with the question. The only thing that will ease my mind is seeing and touching Merikh. Mad at him or not, I want him next to me so I can choose to ignore him while being with him. I want to be as close as I can sol can lay eyes on him as soon as humanly possible.
“Yes,” I nod and he seems to accept my request as he nods and looks at Penny.
“To the kitchen it is.” He says, but I can tell he isn’t too pleased as he walks to the door and holds it open for us. “Actually, no. No, it’s a bad idea-” he grits, rolling his head like he is trying to crack his neck. “Percy,” I call out to him and he looks at me, a panic growing in his eyes as sweat beads on his brow. “Are you okay?” I ask as I watch his jaw tick and he shakes his head.
“Yes, Luna.” he breathes, his eyes closing.
“Tell the truth.” Penny insists, “There is something wrong.”
Percy shuts the door, his face looking down at the carpet as he exhales. Then he drags a hand through his hair like he is contemplating how to put into words what is weighing so heavily on him. Then he lifts his gaze, his eyes bouncing between Penny and me, a bright red flickering in and out.
“Something is wrong,” He pants, taking a step into the room. The room spins, feeling smaller by the second as I watch my sweet friend and gamma fight the magical hold of whatever asshole has been plaguing us for far too long.
“What do you mean?” Penny asks, “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes meet mine, the same fear in hers as in my heart, and she steps closer to him, placing herself between us, ready to fight her own blood to protect her Luna. My stomach twists, my chest tightening as my anger at the situation grows deeper.
“I am compromised,” he hisses. Percy’s already pale face grows more pale as he shakes his head. “I feel off, like I’m not in complete control. There is a voice in my head, whispering things, things I shouldn’t have in my head and I can’t…something is wrong with me.”
“Penny…” I whisper, taking her hand in mine, “I need you to restrain Percy and put him in the bathroom.”
“A sick cackle breaks through the room, bouncing off the walls in a near shrill tone. The hairs on my body raise in awareness and fear as Percy looks like he is being possessed. A sinister grin breaks over his lips, revealing his white teeth, his hair now slick with sweat as he groans and drops to his knees.
“Do it now!” He cries out as if he is in agony. Penny lunges forward, yanking him to the bathroom. As they pass me, he lurches in my direction, his eyes fully read, and zombie-like.
“Luna, I need something to restrain him with,” she calls from the bathroom.
Shit, shit, shit. Do I even have anything to tie someone up? Tape? Rope? Unlikely. But I search anyway. I tear the room apart, ripping through drawers and the closet like a made man. I find two belts, and hope it’s enough to hold him, even if it’s just long enough to get Caspian and find something more suitable.
I trip rushing from the closet, rolling with a pained grunt as I scramble on the floor before finding my footing and pounding on the door. There is no response. Only silence and my heart burns, dread settling in my bones before I pound again.
“Penny!” I shriek, my voice an octave higher than my usual.
“Bring it in here,” she says, sounding weak. My hand shakes as I reach out for the doorknob and cautiously push it open. My eyes tear up when I see Percy on the ground struggling under Penny, who has his arm twisted in such a way that he can’t even lift his face without hissing in pain.
“This is all I could find,” I say, handing her the belts. She frowns and shakes her head.
“Shit. This isn’t going to hold him.” She mutters.
“Pen…” Percy’s voice is strained and full of pain as he shudders. “You have to get her out of here.”
“No,” I growl, refusing to leave him. The last time I did, he was attacked and clearly compromised. They ruined his body and hurt him, and now they have a hold of his mind and I won’t let them win.