Traded To The Lycan King

Colette POV

The second the door opens, the air in the room changes. It grows cold and Merikh's tension is palpable on my tongue. I move closer, catching a set of crimson eyes with a dangerous glint of amusement. His tongue darts out, licking his lips after he mutters something to Merikh, and I watch his knuckles grow white as he crushes the door handle.

Pushing my anger aside, I move over to Merikh, taking his hand in mine, and sliding my other up his arm to press my body close to his while looking at his perfectly angled face. Then the man clears his throat, vying for my attention, but I refuse to give him a single moment more when Merikh is barely holding on. Instead, I press up onto my toes and drop a kiss on his

cheek.

"Come, let's rest while we can." My heart is thudding and I am certain the man staring at us can hear it, but I don't care. I can feel not only his danger but Merikh's just beneath the surface and I know he needs this save. Our pack needs him to calm himself.

"You must be the New Luna?" the person says and I glance at him briefly, taking in his appearance.

He is thinner than Merikh, and though he is tall by most standards, he is not Merikh's level of tall. His shoulders are slender and his face is thin but attractive. Again, he has nothing on the specimen of a man I am clinging to.

"I am. Is there something we can assist you with...?" I ask, leading him so I get a name.

"Johannes," He says with a slight accent and a grin on his pale lips. I listen as best I can, trying to determine what he is without needing to be told. Then he shows me his fangs and I realize he is a vampire. "Prince Royale of the Vampire clans!

“Ah, I see.” I murmur, pressing my lips into a flat, unimpressed line. "I am Colette, Luna of the Lycans and werewolves"

Merikh twitches, his hand releasing the doorknob and taking mine in his and I can feel his eyes on me as I stand tall and introduce myself.

"Mmm, you don't look like much." He says, glancing at Merikh waiting for him to take the bait, but he doesn't.

"Did you get what you needed?" Merikh asks, seeming to finally snap out of his daze. He stares Johannes down, squaring his shoulder, and I can feel the way his muscles twitch

"Your reaction was a little underwhelming, I must admit. I really hoped you would be more excited to see me❞

you two friends?" I ask, trying to get a sight into what

devious smile. "Depends on your definition. We shared a woman, so to some that would be friendly, no?" Merikh scoffs, taking a step forward but I cling to him with every ounce of me and he clears his

look.

here was Lauren's lover, whilst she was supposed to be my luna," he informs me in a bitter voice. "I

am royalty, Merikh. Did you really think my coven cared about who

council I thought had

to me to

with your kind for a little fun is And I am not the only one enjoying having

I kill you now, before I get on the council?" Merikh asks him and Johannes shakes his head

You being here, right now, it's the elders being nostalgic for the

cold day in hell the second I let you touch me." I growl, pushing my way in front of Merikh in a last-ditch attempt to keep him from attacking this asshole. “You may have been able to sway a weak, unworthy woman with promises

ever be as weak as Lauren. We aren't her. We aren't some weak, traitorous asshole who thinks only of herself. Merikh's arms wrap around my

Johannes. Now if you don't mind, kindly fuck right off," he says, sounding amused

against the closed door, Merikh looming over me with his arms on either side of my

and the way my heart seems to match his beat after skipping a few. Then he reaches out, cupping my face as he drags my lips to his. Apprehension quickly melts into a fiery need

and do with what he needs as he gives me more genuine emotions than I have seen from him in days. He kisses like he is apologizing, begging to erase the hurt of the past week, but I know

his forehead to mine, out of breath, as he shakes. It breaks me to see him so vulnerable, so upset about seeing the man who made his life a living hell. I hate knowing that these emotions, his need to kiss me,

his

I

straight. His emerald eyes search me, looking

"Mean what?"

me..." He looks like a little child, waiting for his mom to say yes over

how angry I am with you, Merikh, you gave me a home. You gave me a purpose,

the way his eyes soften and he