Traded To The Lycan King

Merikh looks at me with a small frown, his face pale and sweat beading on his brow. It’s obvious he is in pain and exhausted. I should help him back into bed, force him to rest, but I need to know. I need to know he wasn’t going to make a decision for me and never tell me. Merikh and I have come too far, suffered too many lies and miscommunications to falter now,

But I need him to come out and say it. For me not to be disappointed in him and what we have. He has to be the one to bring it up first and tell me how he feels without demanding I do one thing or another. He sighs, then he stands, taking a fumbling step toward me as his eyes drift closed and open slowly.

“Shit,” I mutter, rushing to him, holding him up as he hunches over.

“We need to talk,” He whispers, but his voice is weak as I move him to the side of the bed.

“Save your strength. Right now, I need you to try to scooch onto the bed for me.” I tell him as he sits, and then with intense care and lack of speed, he drags himself to the middle of the bed, his eyes closing

I guess that talk will have to wait until he wakes up, no matter how much I feel. I need the answers now. He sighs as I gently pull the soft sheet up and over his body, then I move to the door. If Merikh can’t tell me, then I will talk to Capsian and hear his side of things first. Learn why he chose not to come directly to me first before approaching my mate:

“Stay,” I hear the words muffled by the pillow, my hand pausing on the doorknob. “I need you.”

His words are all I need right now, stopping me in my tracks, reminding me that he has done nothing wrong yet. Merikh is sick, severely injured and his body drained from its constant healing. An argument between him and my father over me is the least of my problems. No matter how upset it makes me. Right now I need to be a good mate and luna.

I turn back around, looking at him as his barely open eyes lock on me, his body working hard to breathe easy. My heart aches. my eyes getting watery as I move wordlessly to the bed. I kick off my shoes and take off my t–shirt, leaving me in only my bra as 1 crawl in next to him.

My warm skin touches his clammy body and he shivers, seeking more skin to skin from me. The sparks dance through the bind and I can feel his muscles relax, the telltale sign that the bond is easing his pain as it should. I lay next to him, my body pressed up against his side as I reach out and stroke his hair from his face.

“Is this better?” I ask him, and he hums happily in response.

His breathing grows more regular, his body working less strenuous as he seems to fall back into sleep. I sigh, just looking at his all too handsome features. My thumb strokes his high cheekbones, making me smile softly as I run over his stumbled face. I tilt my head, next assessing his sharp nose and the tiny freckles that from a far aren’t noticeable.

I wish I could see his piercing green eyes at this moment, witness the love he has for me, but instead of waking him I let him sleep, continuing my assault of touch on his face. My fingers trace his lips before 1 lean closer and press mine to his. He smirks and hums, his eyes remaining closed.

“I missed you.” He whispers, and I chuckle.

“How can you miss me? I have been by your side all along” I remind him, and he shakes his head softly.

“Not when I close my eyes. I miss you when I close my eyes.” He says, sounding a little drunk.

“Then dream of me, you crazy alpha.” I grin, then bite my lip. It shouldn’t make me blush, but it does. The way he speaks, even when he is exhausted and ill

“Too tired to think,” he murmurs. His voice breaking off. As I lean closer to his ear.

you what to dream

“Min, yes, please

part of me, the one that wants him to heal so I can enjoy my nights with him in a different way, begs me to say things I shouldn’t. But then again, perhaps I should give him something to look forward

to dream about when you are better. When all of this political crap is taken care of and it’s just you and me. Back in our pack, in our room. In our bed.” I say my cheeks are

less spicy.” He groans, shifting around on the bed slightly, and my

sorry,” I giggle, realizing he must be uncomfortable laying on his stomach with whatever my imagination is.

“Me too.” he sighs.

don’t you tell me what you want to dream about?

Our family,” he says, his eyes opening for a moment, and meeting mine. My heart stutters when our gazes meet, my desire to be closer to him nearly suffocating as I wiggle further into his

in thought. “In our future, I see three kids. Maybe two boys and one girl. She will have stunning eyes and my hair. Our boys will look just like you, but they will be wild because they won’t have to worry about wars and death.

our future little boys are wearing. Merikh makes me want it all. The life I never knew I wanted or could have. All I want is him, me and peace. And in order to have that, we

into existence the way I want it to be between us.

touch. I drag it down his arm, stroking it up down until I

you – Penny says

shoot through the link. I

a few minutes longer watching Merikh, not wanting to disturb him by removing myself from

right back. I’ve been

the pain comes back and is too unbearable for him. When I

wall where the conference room used to be, careful not to his the new construction that is already in place to secure the

motions toward the doors leading outside and I walk along beside him in silence until we exit the building and the doors close behind us. I

him, and he

question, dear daughter” He shakes his head. “My leadership has led to the downfall of the very

the only

meant you were safe.” He sighs. “I was selfish, and

as his words sink in. He

“I see.” I murmur.

Colette. There is no shame in admitting I would choose you above all else. I would do it all over

looking up at the sky, taking in the

decision for them. Caspian, you call yourself selfish. I call the others weak minded. Their fear caused them to make an enemy of us, not the other way around. Fear and

a puff of air and looks at