Traded To The Lycan King

It’s been days now, and with every a stronger, more confident Colette. sunrise come She wakes before the sun, barely eats play with the water. Not that

and then she is off to I am bitter.

I get to hold her as she snores all night long, watching her perfect face, measuring every single breath, and adding it to my list of favorite things she does. But, I am lonely. It’s different to miss someone when they are gone. I missed her so much it caused physical pain when she was gone.

This is a stranger version of that. It’s watching her grow and loving every minute but longing for that reunion we missed out on. In books or a movie, the heron rescues the woman and they embrace, and then they get their happily ever after.

She has been both rescued and the rescuer and yet, our happily ever after is still yet to come. I want to memorize every part of her, erase the horrors she experienced with mind numbing pleasure.

But most importantly, I want a real fucking life with her. Colette deserves a life of simple pleasures. A walk to the beach, swimming with our children, laughing as I do something incredibly stupid as we know I will.

There is a knock at my door and I sigh, pushing away from the small weathered table in our little room. It is no surprise to see Melody on the other side, looking more healed than she has been, though she still seems sickly. Not that it should surprise me with her mate still maintaining a literal ocean between them.

“Have you spoken with her yet about your idea?” She asks, wringing her hands. I sigh and give her an annoyed frown before pushing past her into the hallway.

“No, Melody, I have not.” I tell her, padding down the hall toward the kitchen. My inability to sleep for fear of waking up to Colette not being there is taking a toll on me.

“Is that because you are afraid she will do something stupid?” She asks, chasing me down. For the past three days since telling her and Calvin my thought process on how to take down Giselle, she has been trying to convince me I should keep it from Colette.

“I don’t keep things from Colette.” I remind her, and she races around the counter, blocking the coffee pot from me.

“And yet

it’s been days and you haven’t told her yet.” She says as if she has caught me in some terrible scheme. I sco and roll my eyes.

“Melody, you are standing between me and the only shred of sanity I haye. Move out of the way and then we can talk.” I growl.

wide and she clears her throat, brushing her hands over her shirt as

in the

told, I

only just got her daughter back after ten years. Melody isn’t aware of how strong and

training, I will tell

is awake enough, on mind

walks away, taking a seat at the table that overlooks

time to time. Perhaps a

Melody does this a lot,

are lucky, we may be seat across from her,

wolf form she can breathe underwater. We are lucky if we minutes every couple of hours see them for a

come to see you?” I ask, looking down at my steaming cup. She lets out a sad, dry laugh that is

come see me?” Melody whispers, clearing her throat as she moves

at her. She picks at the

we are,” she whispers into the air. “Parents,

statement, weighing each word before realizing Colette and I have been two

love and care for each other.” I tell her. “One day Colette and

I am certain Caspian holds blame for me in his heart over losing Colette. That kind

if she feels the pain of it all so freshly even though Colette is safe and alive. Even though she laid her life down for her daughters. I furrow my brows and place my mug down, turning

sense as she sighs and places her hand over her heart. And nods as a soft sob breaks from

he had been here. If he had been available and present for us more than an occasional week or weekend, he could afford to get away…maybe she…maybe I wouldn’t have

miss her whole life,” I say, frowning, and she lets out a bereaved chuckle as she wipes her

easy and wonderful love of a child who dotes on their parents who can do no wrong. All she gets now is an empty, damaged version who will never be the same loving mom she deserves.

snaps her attention to me fully, a look of confusion as she opens her mouth to say something back,