Traded To The Lycan King

"Colette

Blood drains from my face, my hands instantly going cold as I lick my lips and try to form any coherent words possible, but nothing comes out. I shake my head, fighting the tears as they beg for release. This can't be happening. Not now, not after I just gave him every part of me. Merikh is lying to me or he is lying to Capsian and I can't see well enough through my blurry eyes to tell which is it.

"Is this a Joke?" I hear Caspian ask, anger and pain lacing his voice as it breaks.

clear an

"No." Merikh's voice is clear and resolute..

My knees go weak, my hand flying to my chest, clutching at my shirt, looking for reprieve, hoping it will let oxygen in as I try to suck in air in huge gulps. Warm hands cup my cheeks, smoothing hair from my face as his voice echoes in the background and I slump to my knees.

"Letty, I need you to focus," his voice is firm and full of concern. "Focus on my voice."

My hands fly up, finding his wrists, yanking them away from my face as I turn away from him.

"I don't want to hear your voice." I hiss at him.

"I needed to protect you," He tries to tell me as some sort of excuse, but if he had trusted me, if he had given me the fucking time of day he would have known he could have told me anything. Including this, I force myself up on shaky legs, wiping at the tears that seem to escape despite me telling them to stay.

There is no slowing down my heart rate as I glare into Merikh's eyes. Guilt and remorse swim in his perfect green orbs and I know there is no lie there. It feels like a one thousand pound weight is crushing my chest as I try to gasp for air. Never have I ever felt so helpless, so lost in my entire life.

"She is my daughter? You are sure? Caspian whispers, hopeful. I turn to look at him, the tears flowing free when I see the glimmer of tears in his own eyes. My hurt morphs into rage. What asshole leaves his daughter, lets his mate die?

"You are not my father." I hiss, taking a step away from him as well.

"He is." Merikh says softly. I shoot him a glare, my chest heaving.

"I don't believe you.." It feels like I am being pulled between two forces, my body being torn into two, my heart rivaling my soul and there is no stopping this agony.

"We will talk about this later, Colette. Right now I need a healer in our room to take care of my gamma who needs immediate care. Brent is currently there taking care of him, and I am not comfortable with this situation.

"Yes, of course." Caspian says, not saying anything else as he lifts his hand and snaps. Someone shuffles to him and he whispers in their ear, receiving a bow and the man rushes off. Motioning for others to follow him.

for my hand. I slap it away, taking

growl, and he frowns, but seems to accept

he looks at the King of Sirens and then back at me, a solemn look on his face. "I know you have no desire to

he disappears, both needing his arms around me and simultaneously hating the idea of him ever touching me again. If what he is saying is true, if Caspian is my real father, he has taken a potentially beautiful reunion and shattered it with deceit and trickery. Does Merikh truly care about me, or was

called into question. Was he hoping that by screwing me, I would cling to him and not be angry?

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Chapter 33

Percy, to be with him, but being near Merikh makes me feel

to take his hand. I scowl at him, crossing my arms over my chest instead, and he frowns before he nods in

asks hopefully, and I shake my head now, my brows pulling together as

about him.

are dreams I thought were nightmares. Always her leaving me as I chase her through a marsh area, only to be abandoned and never see her again." "She left you?" he asks, his brows rising like

"At least I think she did. I don't remember much past being

looks away in

up in?" he asks, like he may know it. Strange coming from a siren who should know nothing about the werewolf world other than he knocked

his eyes snap to mine. He seems to stand

Mountain pack." He whispers.

he knows his name. "How

at

his throat, looking away for a minute, before looking back, a

is your uncle." He says, looking me in the eye. A bubble of laughter burst

Bentley was my alpha. I served his daughter as a maid and they treated me like absolute garbage. He

creeping back into his demeanor as he shuffles to his other

out and

But I mean, I am a maid, well, was." I tell him and he looks away,

teeth.

You are no maid, even if he forced you to do maid-ly

"You don't even know you have the right person. You are just going to take