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.

he heard me then his words settle in

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

cocky grin on his plush

stutter, wringing my hands, unsure of how to act in the presence of royalty.

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

I am clothed.” He winks at me and

but right now

me.” Merikh says, his eyes locking back on mine as if we are

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for my daughter.”

me once more, mischief swirling around him.

mate.”

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

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

her as my mate,” he announces and

shocked, my eyebrows shooting up to my hairline as I try to process his

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growl, his eyes growing dark. “Alpha Merikh, you don’t want her, I’m not sure you realize she is a maid. She takes care of Leslie

my offer?” He asks

speak for herself.”

an ominous shadow over us as his lip twitches in anger.

me.” I try

to back out then speak now and I will prepare my warriors for attack. I do not have time to make

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

away.

with the woman whose life goal is to make

you accept, Colette? Yes or no,” he asks once more and

I whisper, my chest hurting, and

“Excellent.”

something to that effect. I can’t focus because I am too stuck staring at the man who

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

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

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