Filed to story: Traded To The Lycan King Novel (Colette & Merikh) by MG Wattsons
“Do you have reason to think it is not?” He asks, skeptically.
“That came from someone I know never met your queen. Percy drawing a lily could mean a few things. Like the flower was present. Or maybe he is trying to send us to a meadow for answers.” I offer and he shakes his head, not believing me.
“Colette, He wrote fire on the mirror as a warning that it was the dragons. He is warning us with elements. Lily’s have no meaning in our worlds, and if Percy had met her, like he would need to in order to be possessed, perhaps she shared her name”
*Lily wears a broach, one that I had made for her, to remind her she is my little flower when I am away. She has never taken it off. If he had seen that, it would explain the drawing and how it looks so similar. Elm says,
“It sounds like you want it to be her,” I say, running my hands through my hair.
“I am a practical being. Letty. One who rules with logic and not emotions. The fact is, there is a likely probability it is my Lily. Which means I need to find her. If you will excuse me again, I need to make contact with the rest of my kind to locate my queen.” Elm rushes out the door, leaving it wide open behind him.
“I will take that as my cue to leave as well,” Brent says. “I will try to break the curse or work around it now that I know what to do. He gives a slight bow before he rushes out the door as well.
“Do you really think it was a nature fac?” Merikh asks, looking at my father, who is rubbing his temples.
“Who knows anymore?” He grumbles. He gives me a gentle smile before looking back at Merikh and giving him a stern look. “I beg you to reconsider what we talked about.”
“I won’t,” Merikh clips out and Caspian sighs heavily before shaking his head. He brushes past me, dropping a kiss to the top of my head and a soft smile before leaving the room.
“So, what did you guys talk about?” I ask Merikh, raising a brow, waiting for him to answer.
Merikh looks at me with a small frown, his face pale and sweat beading on his brow. It’s obvious he is in pain and exhausted. I should help him back into bed, force him to rest, but I need to know. I need to know he wasn’t going to make a decision for me and never tell me. Merikh and I have come too far, suffered too many lies and miscommunications to falter now,
But I need him to come out and say it. For me not to be disappointed in him and what we have. He has to be the one to bring it up first and tell me how he feels without demanding I do one thing or another. He sighs, then he stands, taking a fumbling step toward me as his eyes drift closed and open slowly.
“Shit,” I mutter, rushing to him, holding him up as he hunches over.
“We need to talk,” He whispers, but his voice is weak as I move him to the side of the bed.
“Save your strength. Right now, I need you to try to scooch onto the bed for me.” I tell him as he sits, and then with intense care and lack of speed, he drags himself to the middle of the bed, his eyes closing I guess that talk will have to wait until he wakes up, no matter how much I feel. I need the answers now. He sighs as I gently pull the soft sheet up and over his body, then I move to the door. If Merikh can’t tell me, then I will talk to Capsian and hear his side of things first. Learn why he chose not to come directly to me first before approaching my mate:
“Stay,” I hear the words muffled by the pillow, my hand pausing on the doorknob. “I need you.”
His words are all I need right now, stopping me in my tracks, reminding me that he has done nothing wrong yet. Merikh is sick, severely injured and his body drained from its constant healing. An argument between him and my father over me is the least of my problems. No matter how upset it makes me. Right now I need to be a good mate and luna.
I turn back around, looking at him as his barely open eyes lock on me, his body working hard to breathe easy. My heart aches. my eyes getting watery as I move wordlessly to the bed. I kick off my shoes and take off my t–shirt, leaving me in only my bra as 1 crawl in next to him.
My warm skin touches his clammy body and he shivers, seeking more skin to skin from me. The sparks dance through the bind and I can feel his muscles relax, the telltale sign that the bond is easing his pain as it should. I lay next to him, my body pressed up against his side as I reach out and stroke his hair from his face.
“Is this better?” I ask him, and he hums happily in response.
His breathing grows more regular, his body working less strenuous as he seems to fall back into sleep. I sigh, just looking at his all too handsome features. My thumb strokes his high cheekbones, making me smile softly as I run over his stumbled face. I tilt my head, next assessing his sharp nose and the tiny freckles that from a far aren’t noticeable.
I wish I could see his piercing green eyes at this moment, witness the love he has for me, but instead of waking him I let him sleep, continuing my assault of touch on his face. My fingers trace his lips before 1 lean closer and press mine to his. He smirks and hums, his eyes remaining closed.
“I missed you.” He whispers, and I chuckle.
“How can you miss me? I have been by your side all along” I remind him, and he shakes his head softly.
“Not when I close my eyes. I miss you when I close my eyes.” He says, sounding a little drunk.
“Then dream of me, you crazy alpha.” I grin, then bite my lip. It shouldn’t make me blush, but it does. The way he speaks, even when he is exhausted and ill “Too tired to think,” he murmurs. His voice breaking off. As I lean closer to his ear.
“Then I will tell you what to dream about,” I whisper to him.
“Min, yes, please So many options spin through my mind. What would constitute a good dream for him? The devious part of me, the one that wants him to heal so I can enjoy my nights with him in a different way, begs me to say things I shouldn’t. But then again,
M
perhaps I should give him something to look forward to.
“I want you to dream about when you are better. When all of this political crap is taken care of and it’s just you and me. Back in our pack, in our room. In our bed.” I say my cheeks are heating as I speak to him. “I refuse to leave the room for an entire week, and I refuse to let you leave my side.”
“Maybe, something less spicy.” He groans, shifting around on the bed slightly, and my eyes pop wide.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry,” I giggle, realizing he must be uncomfortable laying on his stomach with whatever my imagination is. doing to his body.
“Me too.” he sighs.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want to dream about? It may help you actually fall asleep more efficiently.” I offer.
“You, and me. Our future. Our family,” he says, his eyes opening for a moment, and meeting mine. My heart stutters when our gazes meet, my desire to be closer to him nearly suffocating as I wiggle further into his side. He chuckles and then his eyes fall closed again.
your “Let’s see. Our future.” I whisper in thought. “In our future, I see three kids. Maybe two boys and one girl. She will have stunning eyes and my hair. Our boys will look just like you, but they will be wild because they won’t have to worry about wars and death. They will get to be kids, all of them.”
As I speak, I realize I can see this future all too well. All the way down to the cute black tennis shoes our future little boys are wearing. Merikh makes me want it all. The life I never knew I wanted or could have.