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?

choose from," he says after a

and he tucks his hands

fully. Your wolf acknowledges me as its alpha right now, and this as its pack, but you have not

reaction.

well, though. He still hasn't presented me to his pack yet.

Emergency calls onlyMD

my hand through every grudgingly slow 'training' session I

It is feeling

I am keen on. The thought of him having a true Luna elsewhere creeps into the

I glance to see his fingers

mine.

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

races and I

I like the touch. Because I do. I feel safer when I can feel him or be near him,

with saliva, the drool reminding me

and Merikh chuckles to

made it just

his perfect lips and I bite back a laugh. He is right. Any longer and I may have gnawed on him. As we enter the massive kitchen, I

things I have watched Leslie enjoy and taunt me with since I can remember. Oh, could see me now, she would be damn livid. And that

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 grabs his own and sits next to me. "Eat," he says, pushing a fork into my hand as I look at him. All the memories of the painful beatings, the way my fingers ache in memory of being rapped on the knuckles for trying to eat

says and I look up at him, a concerned frown on his lips as he

it falters when I look back at

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

like heaven as I chew and swallow, opening my eyes and pushing

my head, looking at it as he watches me closely, and I

mutter, slurping more of it down.

looks at me confused.

and he

killer? Iced coffee

"I wasn't-"

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

coffee.

ask you some questions about last night?" he asks finally and I slide my eyes in

this and I will tell you anything you want to hear."

was your dream about?" He

my

I always have. Well, kind of,

"What was different?"

murmur, her words echoing in my