Traded To The Lycan King

Colette is nervous, her hands shaking as we exit the vehicle and come face to face with the enormous remodeled castle. The once gray stones have been painted over in a soft white.

Pristine bushes frame the heavy wooden double doors, the spiral pattern climbing the height so the entrance. A thick line of hydrangeas line the stone wall, in full bloom and tall enough to kiss the bottom of the tall windows.

Percy unloads behind us, pulling our luggage to the door before tugging a chain and bells chime, announcing our presence. Penny was as angry as a raging bull when I told her she wouldn't be coming with us. But with her unmated and around the likes of a few of these assholes, I'm more comfortable with Percy

"I will be your shadow as always, Luna." He says, giving her a nod and Colette gives him a gentle smile. The same smile I used to get and I've come to realize I miss more than anything.

"I'm glad you are here, she admits, then she looks at me, her face going cold and looks forward. I lean into her ear to whisper something snarky, but the door creaks open instead.

Ezrah gives me a smirk and I take an internal sigh of relief. I was worried one of the others would answer. There is one person in particular I am trying to avoid.

"You answer doors now?" I ask him and he chuckles.

Thankfully, no, I am on my way out after delivering the message you would be arriving

"You have been monitoring us, Ezrah?" I ask, and he shrugs. "How did they take that?" I quirk a brow and he fights a grin.

"Oh, with an air of grace, Alpha. As always. But I can hear the teasing lilt in his voice. I am sure they took word of my arrival with rage and a side of bitterness.

"Ah, yes. I am sure they did." I clear my throat, looking to Colette, who watches Ezrah with a curious eye

"Ezrah, this is my Luna, Colette," I say. She bows her head in respect and Ezrah barks out a laugh.

"Oh, I like her." he grins. "I should bow to you, Luna, I am no one, just a low messenger."

"And I was a maid until recently. Your station doesn't matter much to me, but your kindness does. You seem to trust each other. She says, shooting me a look..

Ezrah arches an amused brow

"Trust? Hardly. His great grandfather killed my kind."

"Great, great-great-great..-maybe a few more in there somewhere-Grandfather. It's been a few generations now." I remind him, and he nods knowingly.

all get over things in time. But it is much harder for the

wasn't your kind." I frown

as it is in the best interest of the

tight lip smile, turning. "I was just leaving and

to see you. I rather hoped you would get the message you are

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say firmly. She scowls at me and then turns her gaze

"Oh my. You brought

steps willingly into

my equal and will be treated with respect.

tuts and then rolls her eyes, throwing

Perhaps she wants a little fun. Heavens know you aren't any." She mutters, turning and walking

as she shoots daggers my way and checks Colette out once or twice. She weaves us past a second kitchen and up a set of spiral staircases before stopping with an

will be in two hours" She says, sounding annoyed. "It's requested that you bathe and dry off thoroughly. I would hate to choke to death on the

as she death grips my hand. Florence's face

nothing." She tucks a hair behind her ear flirtatiously. "The women will be having a drink

Colette flushes "I'm not quite ready to be too

yel

she sashays away, and

door closes Colette steps into me, her face buried in my chest as she drags in long

okay?" I whisper, running my hands up and

way over my head, Merikh." her voice trembles and her fear makes me want to burn the whole of the council down and let everyone fend for

I admit. "Truthfully, I was worried you might not speak at all

didn't want you to lose your temper with her.

framing her face with my hands and pulling it back so

No one trusts us, and we can not

asks, taking a step back

ask, biting back a smile. She is going to lose her shit when she hears what Florence

why I told her not to because now she won't be able to stop herself because she is expecting outrageous, but not this outrageous. "Florence is a unicorn."