Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 2

The man at the end of the aisle is impossible to miss, his back to me as he speaks with one of his own clan. I can only assume he is Alpha Merikh and my skin grows cold. My idle hands smooth the bodice of my dress as I try to focus on my erratic breathing, my nerves frayed as I march down the aisle toward potential doom. Each step brings me frighteningly closer to the mountain of a lycan.

I lick my lips, ready to give him the speech I whipped up, but I freeze as he turns to face me fully, my breath catching in my throat and eyes growing wide. I am utterly distracted by his looks. Eyes as green as emeralds, a facial structure carved by the heavens and an imposing aura that entraps you, draws you in. And much to my surprise, no scar marks his perfect face. I tilt my head, confused.

This can’t be Alpha Merikh. I’ve heard stories of the Alpha of Death and the scars that have kept him hidden for years. But this guy…this guy is ethereal. He is handsome in the truest form; he is literal perfection. How am I supposed to tell him his Alpha is being stood up?

“You do not look like the picture provided,” he says, his eyebrow arched in curiosity.

“You are not Alpha Merikh.” I say, dumbfounded. He looks amused, shoving his hands into his pockets, rocking

back on his feet.

“No?” He asks and I furrow my brows.

“I mean, are you…Alpha Merikh?” I whisper,

“You do not think I am, so I must not be,” He answers with a shrug and I feel a wave of relief come over me.

“I need you to give a message to your Alpha, or take me to him to deliver it myself. But it is urgent.” I rush out.

“I can deliver a message.”

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“His contracted mate will not attend the ceremony.” I tell him.

“Are you telling me that the treaty is dead?” He asks.

“No! No, they are going to find him a new mate. A better one.” I squeak out, looking around for Alpha Bentley, praying he hurries up before Alpha Merikh makes his way out expecting to start a ceremony that isn’t happening. at least not yet.

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“And who could be better than the Alpha’s daughter?” He raises a brow.

“Anyone would be better than Leslie.” I mutter under my breath.

my own liking.” He offers. I stare at him horrified that he heard me then his words settle in and my horror turns to terror when

meet his amused gaze. I just spoke like an equal to the Alpha of Death. The lycan king

he asks, a cocky grin on

of how to act in the presence of royalty. Am I supposed to

face full of scars?” he leans forward, whispering. “I have scars. Just not where

He winks at me and my cheeks

but right now is an exception as he pulls Alpha

locking back on mine as if

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replacement for my daughter.” Alpha Bentley rushes out, his eyes pleading for

says, turning to face me once more, mischief

mate.”

Alpha Bentley grabs hold of my arm, dragging me away. “Come, Colette, Leslie is in

growls possessively, taking my free arm and pulling me gently toward him. I gasp out in shock, an arm in each man’s hands as I look up at Alpha Merikh,

taking her as my mate,” he announces and my mouth goes

shooting up to my hairline as I try to

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me toward him harder and Merikh releases his hold with a growl, his eyes growing dark. “Alpha Merikh, you don’t want her, I’m

accept my

does not get to speak for herself.” Alpha Bentley hisses,

ominous shadow over us as his

and pulls me to his side, ignoring my protests. “I’m no one. I have no status. My mate rejected me.” I try like hell to get him to see he doesn’t want me. That I will eventually let him down and then

to back out then speak now and I will prepare my warriors for attack. I do not have time to make you feel like I want you for your virtues or

words aren’t loving or kind and I get the feeling I am nothing more than a pawn in some game. Yet the more I process his question the more I realize this is my way out. Forget the years of suffering

away.

is to make my everyday literal hell. Alpha Merikh may look like an angel of death but his offer is the

asks once more

whisper, my chest hurting, and the room

“Excellent.”

that effect. I can’t focus because I am too stuck staring at the man who is forcing me, of all people, to be his mate. No,

in his, leading me to the center of the aisle where we face each other. Our hands

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King, choose you, Colette, of the Black Mountain pack, to

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