Traded To The Lycan King

I pace the old wooden porch of the small cabin we have been staying in. Well, where I have been sleeping and Mom, Merikh and Calvin have been living. Guilt runs rampant in my mind, tearing apart a decision I have made in the last near week.

Should I have come? Should I have allowed Merikh to even stay with me, or would it have been wise to send him with our pack, insist he be where he should be?

"Stop doing that," Caspian says, sighing heavily as he pushes himself up from the swing hanging from the old rickety ceiling.

"I can't sit still," I say, shooting daggers from my eyes in his direction. A frown tugs at his lips as he shakes his head.

"That is not what I mean, Letty." He says, his gentle father's voice turning on. "You can not change what happened by standing here and thinking about how you could have done something differently."

"What would you prefer I think about? A life without him? Preparing for a world where he does not exist-" I pause, my voice cracking as my eyes water. Then I clear my throat and roll my shoulders. "You are right. I can't change what has happened in the past. But staying out here, waiting and doing nothing doesn't help anything either."

"You should be training." He says, simply. My eyes snap to his, my blood boiling at the mere suggestion of leaving Merikh alone and at the hands of fucking Ezrah.

Ezrah who has been at every turn when shit goes down. Ezrah who works for no one yet everyone at the same time. The damn messenger who seems to think his neutrality wins peace when all it does is bring war to everyone else's door steps and he delivers it.

"I do not trust him." I hiss out, unable to tone down the anger that oozes from every part of me.

"He is in there, of his own accord, trying to help," Caspian says with a frown.

"He is in there fixing the fucking mess he created by bringing the fucking abomination to our doorstep under the guise of 'I am a messenger, this is what I do'," I scream at Caspian. His eyes turn dark.

"Ezrah has been a trusted friend for many, many years,"

"As was your mate, yet now that you found her, you ignore her and suspect she is a plant among us, while your trusted friend delivers a messenger who might have killed a council member, the lycan king. MY FUCKING MATE!"

His lips twitch and his nose flares as he breathes through it heavily and looks away from me.

"I did not say your mother was a plant to spy on us," He whispers and I snort a sardonic laugh.

Caspian avoids the topic of Melody at every turn. I ask when he will speak to her, but he changes the subject. I ask him to come to the cabin but he was too injured and still recovering. He is near her and he can't seem to find words to be civil.

He doesn't have to say what I already see on his face when he looks at her. Caspian wants her to be the bad guy, so he doesn't have to bear the guilt of her suffering for ten years while he sulked and blamed her for my proclaimed death.

"You don't have to say it for everyone to know what you are thinking." I scoff, shoving past him. I pace over to Zale, who sits in a rocking chair, an exasperated expression on his face as he watches everything unfold.

the siren male, who clears his

to remain out of this, my king."

whispers. "Fine. Yes, there is a fear that they got to your mother. Can you blame me? You are taken, your gamma killed, and they place you next to your mother and somehow you escape with her? Why? What do they gain from that?

step away from him, then turn and lean on the white railing of the deck. He makes

is not a spy, and they did not turn

in his eyes. For the first time

beyond repair, even for her wolf to heal, even now after being freed. She was locked in a damp, dirty cell with bars of silver. When I cried, she let those bars burn through her skin with no thought to her own pain so she could touch

says, that inner

means you need to." I say in a low voice. "Mom was beaten regularly, bones broken, meals skipped and no sun in ten years. They toyed with her by playing tricks with magic and using a fake version of me as bait. And yet when I was there, she was so willing to trust me, to believe me because she was desperate. She needed something to live

her holding the door frame for stability, her eyes watery. "Melody," Caspian's voice breaks, and my

her voice trembling. "Alpha Merikh is awake and asking

it behind her, the lock slipping into place. Caspian footfalls stop following me as I hear him knock on a door, only

hall and through my

throat, and then lick my lips as I take a few steps toward him. He tilts his head, confusion on his face as he

is he?" I ask Ezrah but I don't look at him, my eyes are glued on

and he will heal much faster with

who is she?" Merikh asks, his brows

mean me? Merikh

funny joke." Ezrah says

have a mate." He seems to grow angrier as the room feels like it is going to spin. Then I snap. My

am Colette. Your Luna and your mate, whether you want me or not,

his cheeks and as it falls back to his lap, I see

Luna, there she is," he says, his voice a

know whether to cry, laugh or throttle the shit out of him, so instead I rush to him and kiss his lips. His arms slide up my back, pulling me close as the tears tumble

purring at having him awake, kissing me and in my arms After what feels like too short of time, we break apart, the two of us panting as I look over his face,

I thought you

his lips. He chuckles into my hair and a smile pulls at the corner of my lips, despite my annoyance with his terrible

like everything you do to me." He says

and stroke my thumb over it, anger and jealousy combining with the violent urge to kill Laureninstead of Tetting the sun do

be fine?" I ask Ezrah, who