Filed To Story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Yes!” she says with a head nod.
“How long do you think you can hold a grudge?” I ask thoughtfully. “Because I will never promise to not protect you.”
“Oh, then I just may never be able to forgive you.” She says, defiantly,
“Hmmm, then I suppose it’s a good thing I’m a glutton for punishment.” I grin as the door opens and Ezrah pops his head in.
“Hello old friend, rumor has it you are ready for a bandage change?”
“I guess so.” I mutter, not too excited about my wounds to be messed with.
“This will hurt quite a bit, so hold on to Colette’s hand for a little less pain.”
“Maybe this will be your reminder to think before you act?” she whispers, dropping to her knees and taking my hand.
“Unlikely.” I grin, then I grimace as Ezrah touches me, the pain rushing through my body and making my toes feel numb. This is going to hurt like hell.
“How are you feeling?” Hayes asks, sitting next to me as I lay on my stomach for yet another damn day waiting for the green light to move. If it weren’t for my inability to sit upright, I would have been gone the same damn day, back to our pack where we are safe, where Colette is safe.
“Like a dragon tried to burn a hole through my body.” I grumble, my mood more sour by the minute.
“Considering that’s exactly what happened, I’d say you are fairing pretty well.” He says with a smile, though I can see the way it doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks tired as he plops into the chair opposite of my bedside. “Where did Colette go?”
“With Penny to change and shower, then grab some food.” I tell him and he nods before a yawn breaks free. I watch my brother as he fights to keep his eyes open, no doubt running ragged because of my injury and his mate he has still told me nothing about. “How is she?” I ask.
“Colette?” he asks, snapping his eyes open. “Uh, she seems stressed, but she is managing well enough.”
“No. I mean Leandra.” I say with a point stare. He drags his hand down his face, leaning forward, his elbows landing on his knees as he exhales.
“That would be easier to discern if the woman would talk to me. Instead, she refuses to say a damn thing,” he groans. “It’s like she just shuts down when I am around. She has spoken with Penny and Brent. But me? Nothing.”
“Maybe you make her nervous?” I offer and he scoffs..
“Why the hell would I make her nervous? We are mates, we are supposed to calm each other.” he stands angrily. He paces away from me before he quickly spins, his hand on his hip as if he is thinking.
“Have you discussed the mate bond? Accepted each other verbally yet?” I ask him, and he scoffs.
“She is a traitor to her kind. Why the hell would I accept her?” He asks, like it’s a simple assessment.
“Hayes.” I say, and he shakes his head, scowling at me.
“No, no. I already know what you are going to say. Trust me, I have thought of every scenario. I know what I have to do next. It’s just that…I don’t know that I can do it yet,” he blabbers on, rattling nonsense as if I have the strength to follow his ramblings. I try to get his attention, but he is so far lost in his own thoughts.
“Hayes!” I yell and he freezes, blinking at me like he can’t fathom why on earth I am yelling at him. “What the hell are you on about?”
“Rejecting her, obviously.” He says it likes it’s so simple and I chuckle dryly. The idiot thinks this is the only option? “Why do you think you have to reject her?” I ask him, arching a brow as I try to move. My back burns and I hiss, pushing myself up despite the pain. Hayes rushes over to me, but I shove him off. “Answer me.” I demand.
“She is one of them.” He replies, the answer tearing him up inside.
“Is Percy one of them?” I ask him, my hands gripping the side of the bed for dear life. His brows furrow, and he shakes his head.
“Of course not. He is our gamma.” He says.
“And what makes him different from her?” I ask. “Is it because we don’t know her? She could very well have been kidnapped, coerced, or even brainwashed.”
“Percy was trusted before this all took place and he fought them off. She is a Lycan. She should have been living in our pack and yet, no one knows her. Where did she come from? How did she wind up with this group?” He asks. “It comes down to previously established trust. And I have none with her.”
you “Ilave you asked her any of these questions?” I ask him and he frowns, looking away from me. “I will take that as a ‘no‘ then. How about tell me what you have asked her?”
“What does it matter?” He exhales. “Clearly I have to reject her, but I can’t do that if she doesn’t even acknowledge I’m even there with her “Why would you reject her? Because she had the redeyes?” I ask him and he throws his hands up like it’s obvious.
“She is the enemy,” he huffs.
1 stare at my usually level–headed brother. The one with the sage advice who always calms me down and makes me think harder than I wish to at times. He is so caught up in what is going on around him he is not capable of understanding the gift he is being given.
The mate bond is difficult, and though Lauren was a nightmare, without her, without the pain and suffering I experienced at her betrayal, I would not be who I am today. I would not have found the one person who can see beneath my shit mistakes and issues and stand at my side wanting to help me get better.
“She was used as a puppet.” I remind him. “Her actions were not her own and we all know that.”
“Does it matter?” he asks, sounding defeated. “How the hell do I trust someone who could kill us at any moment because she is being controlled?”
I sigh, leaning forward to ease the soreness in my back.
“You start by getting to know her. Who she is, not who she was when she was under someone else’s control.” I push myself to stand, grunting as I reach out for the bedside table to steady myself.
“You shouldn’t be up and moving around yet, Merikh,” He says, rushing to my side.