Traded To The Lycan King

Merikh paces back and forth, his hands sliding through his hair one minute and a scowl shooting my way the next. His lycan barely restrained and with every second 1 fear we are getting closer to it breaking free. My hand reaches out, but I stop myself, drawing it back to my stomach as I bite my lip and watch him fall apart.

Every part of my body screams to touch him, to be near him, but the hatred in his eyes chills my blood. If only he would let me explain. Let me tell him I chose him and slapped Grady when he kissed me. But I know it won't make a difference, not now. Not when he has already made his mind up that I am a liar, and someone he can't trust.

"Alpha," I swallow, not sure how to address him when he is this mad at me.

"Alpha?" he scoffs, a sardonic chuckle breaking free. "You make out with your ex-mate, lie about it and suddenly I am back to Alpha? You call me Merikh. Understood?"

I nod in agreement.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, wanting to counter his accusation with the truth. But Merikh isn't looking for the truth right now. He is looking for sanity and it feels like I am the reason for the lack of it

"I won't be marking you." Merikh finally states, stopping and looking at me.

His chest heaves violently, his breathing labored. Tears dot my eyes for yet another time tonight. It hurts, though I can't say am surprised. I've done nothing but wear a fake smile, but I knew the moment Grady stepped out that there was no way Merikh would want me anymore.

"Perhaps you should choose a different Luna," I murmur, my heart breaking at the thought, my wolf whining as she paces, unsure of how to react with me.

He is in my face in an instant, tearing me from the edge of the bed where I sit and dragging me to standing, Merikh's eyes are jet black and his voice melding with his lycans.

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"Mine!" he snarls and I wince, looking away out of fear. His grip disappears just as fast as it had landed on me, and Merikh stumbles back into the dresser behind him. He shakes his head, then scrubs his hands down his face.

"I-I don't know what to say..." I admit and he glances at me. "Merikh I don't know how to fix this."

Time will fix it. I won't trust you, but I will mark you, eventually. But not like this. Not when I can't decide whether to fuck you or to kill you."

and put together. Even in his anger, it was never really pointed at me, being on this end of it, watching him come undone

in frustration. Then he takes three measured steps close to me, but not too close. I can see the war waging in his green eyes. The way his lycan rails against him, fighting for control. And I can feel the rug to him, the growing urge to reach out and just make

mark than she ever has been. Granted, she has almost been dormant for so long, so she hasn't been hungry for much. Which only makes

she lunges at the barrier in my mind, begging to be released, wanting

the inside and he nearly moans at the scent. Then he sinks his fangs into my wrist

literally consume me. I whimper in pain, then he finally releases me. My blood stains his lips and his eyes dance

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up and makes my hair stand on edge. Merikh shoves his wrist into my mouth and my eyes bulge,

tangy blood touches my tongue, he takes his arm away and grips the back of my

after me, understood?" he

I swallow roughly,

pledge my life to this

my life to

the whole of the lycan and wolf shifter community" He

whole lycan and wolf shifter community.."

pledge to remain at the side of my Alpha, to never leave it unless I am forced and to follow

half second I hesitate, trying to understand what is

and never leave it. I promise

away. There is a twang in my chest, like the feeling of a taut rubber band being snipped

A strange gentle tingle

desperate measure," he sighs as he walks toward

desperate need to crawl up his body and make him make me his isn't suffocating anymore. That

painfully obvious that he is avoiding eye contact as he looks anywhere but at me. Panic rises in my stomach, bubbling up into my mind, reminding me of what it was like

in the pack, where I was treated like an object and not a person. I've never had control, ever. But at least here it felt

ask, struggling to keep my emotions out of my quivering