Traded To The Lycan King

"Colette POV

I rub my eyes, certain I must be going crazy as I peek and see Merikh's sleeping form. He stayed. Here I thought he would leave after I fell asleep. Not that he isn't a man of his words, but he is a busy man. Lo

I press my lips together nervously, looking over his slightly stubbly cheeks and the way his lips are pursed open slightly, a soft whistling nose filling the room with every exhale. He is snoring, lightly and someho to understand when the hell I would ever consider snoring of any kind S*xy. Is that the mate bond? Working to make me want him more until I just eventually give in?

I gently move closer, my fingers reaching out and hovering over his face as I frame his cheeks with my hands, being careful not to wake him.

"You are staring," he says in a low husky voice that makes me reel back in shock, rolling away and nearly flying off the bed. His arm wraps around my waist, yanking me back as I twist, and he rises on to his el "Sorry," I mumble, my eyes skirting to his lips, where I watch a small smirk appear. I look away, toward the window, and fake a yawn. "I guess it's morning."

"Mmm," he affirms with a vibrating hum and I fight back a shiver.

"We should get up," I say, though it lacks confidence.

"Should we? Do you have plans I don't know about?" He asks me and I chuckle.

"Yes, with all my friends I have here." I say and slap my hand over my mouth. It came out snarkier than I've ever spoken before, but instead of being upset, he just smirks.

"Apparently, along with your strength coming back, so is your

sass. I imagine you've been holding it in for years." He's not wrong. I look at him, worried, and he just shakes his head. "Sass me all you want, Colette. I find it endearing."

"For now," I snort and he sits up, rolling from the bed.

"Come, let's get some breakfast." He says, looking over his shoulder.

"Like...eat with you?" I ask, taken aback.

Merikh turns to face me with an air of amusement.

"As opposed to what? eating you?" He asks and my face flames in embarrassment.

"I didn't mean it like that?" I rush out and his smile grows wider.

I see the twinkle in his eye, the pleasure he is getting from my heated skin and inability to look him in the face. Oh, he knows what I meant...unless...he doesn't and I'm just a dirty minded girl. I've never let my mind wander to such places before and here I am......

"Let's get breakfast and maybe you could recount what happened last night. The more we know, the more we can try to figure out what they are after." He mutters, moving toward the door. I scramble out of the "What do you usually eat for breakfast?" He asks as we leave the room and I furrow my brows, looking up at him.

"I don't usually eat breakfast."

"Coffee then?" He says, but I can hear his disappointment.

"Iced Coffee." I smile at him, and he grins, looking pleased. I don't dare tell him I drink it iced because it was always the day old coffee

that I would sneak before the kitchen maids would empty the pot each night. Iced coffee is iced coffee, so why should he care it wasn't fresh or actually was more room temperature?

of food for you to choose from," he says after a moment and I can only assume he

have the mindlink?" I ask, and he tucks his hands into

alpha right now, and this as its pack, but you have not been formally accepted or presented

reaction.

though. He still hasn't presented me to his

Emergency calls onlyMD

my hand through every grudgingly slow

is feeling more and more like

thought of him having a true Luna elsewhere creeps into the back of my mind and I try to shove it

to see his fingers

mine.

mouth agape. But he isn't watching me, he is instead leading me gently as he looks down the hallway

and I give

touch. Because I do. I feel safer when I can feel him

drool reminding me just how hungry I am, and then my stomach releases a

chuckles

like we made it

his perfect lips and I bite back a laugh. He is right.

with since I can remember. Oh, could see me now, she would be damn livid. And that though "Grab a plate and take what you want," Merikh says and suddenly I'm stuck, rooted

back the memories of my maid training. The discipline I was told from a young age I had to learn. I was lowlier even compared to them. Merikh ushers me to the dining room table before he maneuvers around my chair and loads up one plate, laying it before me. Then he

look up at him, a concerned frown on his lips as he stands

falters when

looking at the food. I close my eyes and shovel whatever I get on my fork into my mouth

tastes like heaven as I chew and

as he drops an iced coffee before me. I tilt my head, looking at it as

shit." I mutter, slurping more of it down. "What is this?

confused. "Do you

and he

a serial killer? Iced

"I wasn't-"

elbows on the table, his eyes. glued to me. But I can't find the will to care as I set up

coffee.

night?" he asks finally and I slide my

and I will tell you anything you want

me, what was your dream

movements freeze and I sit back from my plate, looking out the

have. Well, kind of, it's a little different from

"What was different?"

her words echoing in my