Traded To The Lycan King

"Merikh

11 POV

Colette steps out of the bathroom, her scent wafting from the steam that follows behind her. She looks more prepared, like the shower provided her with liquid courage.

Her hair is soft and wavy, falling over her delicate shoulders that are exposed in her pale blue summer dress. The soft ruffles. remind me of waves lapping at the shore as they cascade over her bust and down one side where a slit reveals a portion of

her smooth skin.

She looks divine. A breath of fresh air after a lifetime being lost in the Marianas trench. My heart races as I meet her eyes, my mouth dry. Colette watches me curiously before growing noticeably nervous and she crosses her arm across her belly. holding the other arm while she looks away. I hate she feels she has to hide, like she has no idea how damn stunning she is

"Don't do that." I rasp out, standing from the edge of the bed as I move toward her. "Do not ever hide."

"I'm not used to dressing like this..." she frowns,

"You look beautiful." I tell her sincerely.

It won't be hard to make it seem like I can't keep my hands off her in a dress like this. The lycan in me is rallying against my sane mind, begging to make me force her to change. To cover her up and not allow anyone to see her like this but us. But I want everyone to stare. I want them to look at her and gape.

Colette needs to see what she can do, what she has always been capable of. She has always been stunning, but since coming to my pack, she has flourished. I know she wasn't being poisoned in her old pack. Not in the way she thinks she was. But she was sickly, her soul malnourished and her wolf suffered, making her thing and gaunt.

Not anymore.

A month of good food, exercise and people who treat her well. Well...most people who treat her well. I wince inwardly, hating that I'm the one who causes her stress. I am the one who hurt her and ruined us. It's not fair to punish her for my insecurities, but yet... I can't find it in my pride to tell her that. Not yet.

Not when I know that this is just a small amount of the hatred she will send my way when she finds out at the first meeting.

Her soft hand touches mine, and I shake myself from my thoughts, taking her in once more. Damn, she is perfect. Her lips part and I lick mine.

to flatter

honest."

behind her car. I reach out, undoing it and then I look her in the eyes, making sure she can see the sincerity. "Are you ready for

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don't have a choice," she says with a sigh. It pains me to hear her say that, knowing I forced her here.

control. "If you would prefer to stay behind, or both

with a simple lie. To them, we are recently mated, and it would be perfectly reasonable to say

shaking her

I check

soften, but

throat and moving toward her as she

we are in love. I will be close to you the entire evening and if you need to escape, you only need to lean in and whisper. These people can be they can be a lot. You thought I was a monster

face pales, but she squares her shoulders and sets her lips. She is damn cute when she puts a warrior face

Lycans," she says firmly. "They don't scare me. Not when you

it 100 much because true or not, those words are what I have needed to hear from a mate for so long. My heart feels lighter and

name she announced herself as Luna with. "Let's go have

some monsters."

reaching over and grabbing my bicep as well, pulling herself closer as we enter the dining area. Everyone is chatting merrily, laughter floating through the large space before it stops and all eyes land on us. Johannes smirks, and Florence rolls her eyes

Florence groans, sitting

with a devious smirk, pulling a chair closer to him. I growl vibrates through my chest as Florence laughs and the others watch in silence. It's strange how the others don't join in, but I assume they are already fed up

as Caspian, who was supposed to be coming late into this whole charade, saunters

hair out and flashing a quick smile. "We weren't expecting you for at

around," He says, walking past us, giving Colette and 1 a sideways glance. He commands the presence of everyone in his navy shirt and linen pants with a stern look. He smells of the ocean breeze and I glance at Colette, who watches

He asks, taking his seat, thin looking

I announce,