Traded To The Lycan King

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.

a mate of 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

I whisper, awareness trickling down my spine as I force myself to meet his amused gaze. I just spoke like an equal to the Alpha

he asks, a cocky grin

you would look different.” I stutter, wringing my hands, unsure of how to act in the presence of royalty.

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

winks

I have ever been happy to see this man but right now is an exception as he pulls Alpha Merikh’s

locking back on mine

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have found you a replacement for my daughter.” Alpha Bentley rushes out, his eyes pleading

more, mischief swirling around him. “I

mate.”

given the circumstances.” Alpha Bentley grabs hold of my arm, dragging me away.

toward him. I gasp out in shock, an

Colette. I will be taking her as my

out shocked, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline as I try to

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Bentley tugs 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 not sure you realize she is a

do you accept my offer?” He asks

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

think you understand, Bentley.” Merikh steps into him, his imposing frame casting an ominous shadow over us as his lip twitches in anger. “I will have Colette or we will have a war. Is

me,” I whisper as he reaches around Bentley, 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

and I will prepare my warriors for attack. I do not have time to make you feel like I want you for your

get the feeling I am nothing more than a pawn in some game. Yet the more I

away.

the woman whose life goal is to make my everyday literal hell. Alpha Merikh may look like an angel

more and I nibble my lip and slowly nod

hurting, and

“Excellent.”

in a blur. Someone speaks, thanking everyone for gathering or something to 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

center of the aisle where we face each other. Our hands remain joined as he focuses solely

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The Lycan King, choose you, Colette, of