Traded To The Lycan King
Chapter 8
I am not okay with this, I am not okay with this. I AM NOT OKAY WITH THIS.
My insides are screaming, the nerves fueled by the anxiety of what lays below the waterline that is nibbling at Merikh's waist. He moves closer to me, each step measured and eliciting a pained noise from him "I am teasing, Colette. I can manage this on my own." He says with a concerned look. "There is no need for you to stress yourself."
I snap my eyes to meet his and I see he is serious, his hand extending to take the sponge from me. I scowl and hold it tighter. No, I can do this. I don't fight, because I was too weak to train. I do nothing of my a "Could you come and sit on the edge? Maybe there are some stairs...?" I ask hopeful, and he tilts his head to the side.
"The water will be helpful for your leg. You could come in as well." He says like being n*ked with him
isn't easily the most insane idea I have ever heard. He must see the shock and horror on my face as he smiles. "You can keep your undergarments on. I am in no condition to try anything."
"I don't know how to do that with this thing on my leg." I point to the wooden brace still tied to my leg, and he moves closer, stepping up and revealing more of his lower torso without showing me everything. Pa off the marble walls as my heart thuds in my ears.
"You do not have to. I won't force it on you, but it would be good for your healing." He sounds almost convincing. I peek over my shoulder, opening one eye only to find him watching me with a color of amusem Even pale and a little green in the face, he is more attractive than any male has the right to be. I frown but inch my way over to him, where he stands at the edge.
I think it would be best if you soak and I bandage you when you are ready."
"Come," he sighs, sounding like he is struggling with pain, or just patience. I can't quite tell either, though they seem like they could both be fueling each other. "I've soaked for long enough."
Merikh takes another step up and I find myself shrouded in darkness as my eyes and lips squeeze together in an effort not to spy him n*ked. There is a rustling sound and after a moment of only being able to h fingers teasing my chin and I allow my eyes to open.
He tilts my face up, his eyes meeting mine as he stares into my being. My heart pounds in my ears, my lungs struggling to keep up with the steam and, well...
him being this close. I lick my lips and his eyes flash black for a moment before he winces again, and stumbles back a step. I reach out, afraid he might fall, and I wrap my arms around his waist in panic. His b* "I need you to be lower if I have to clean out your wounds." I whisper, feeling parched for water.
His eyes lock on mine as he lowers down to his knees. He gently plucks the sponge from my hand and leans over, dragging it through the water before handing it back to me. Then he twists, exposing his back black veins stemming from two angry red spots near his shoulder blades.
"This will probably hurt," I inform him and he nods, his muscles tense as he readies himself.
"Talk to me?" He grunts as I press the sponge to his wound. "Distract my mind."
"I don't know what to say," I admit, and he flinches away before settling with a shudder.
"Anything will do, Colette." he grits out, "Your favorite color, what you like to eat. Say whatever comes to mind."
"How were they able to poison you?" I ask curiously, pressing harder as I drag the herbal scrub over his bite mark. He quivers and grunts in pain.
the man who stood over me. I had thought I imagined it, but maybe that was real. Perhaps I was looking at
red?" I ask curiously, dragging the scrub down
noticed that?" He asks
Emergency calls onlyM
"Yes." I shrug.
eyes were red
"Werewolves don't have red eyes, it isn't something that exists in
were." He agrees, but he doesn't elaborate. I frown at his back,
understanding." I furrow my brows and he again goes silent
He murmurs. "We are mates now.
Right, I forgot. Um. Merikh," I say, pausing and biting back a nervous smile that
way." He says with a small shrug. "But my first guess is that they were under
knit together in
I mention trying to
his shoulders rising
a sense, yes, we are
the most powerful pack, the Lycan King who reigns over all werewolves, yet he is attacked regularly and from the looks of his scarred b*dy, they o "And do they always try to poison
is not the first time,
they are wolves..." I say
ones were." He says simply, like there are any
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stilling, and he slowly spins
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Like you mean humans?" I ask, and he tilts his head
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He asks, a twinkle in his eyes. I open my mouth to respond but snap it
murmurs.
sounds like...I mean...are you
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