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.

at the siren male, who clears

remain out of this, my king." He says,

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? It feels too convenient,

turn and lean on the white railing of the deck. He makes

is not a spy, and

can you be so sure?" he whispers, and I see the conflict in his eyes. For the first time

to heal, even now after being freed. She was locked in a damp, dirty cell with bars of silver. When I cried,

says, that inner conflict turning

and no sun in ten years. They toyed with her by playing tricks with magic and using a fake version of me as

is enough." My mother's voice says from the doorway. I spin to see her holding the door frame for stability,

darkness to share." She says, her voice trembling. "Alpha Merikh

room, closing it behind her,

fly through the hall and through my

my throat, and then lick my lips as I take a few steps toward him. He

but I don't look at him, my eyes are glued on the man staring at

doing well. Thankfully, you are here and he will

is she?" Merikh asks, his brows pulling together. My heart stutters

me? Merikh has

this is not a funny joke." Ezrah says frowning

know damn well I don't have a mate." He seems to grow angrier as the room feels like it is going to spin. Then

whether you want me or not, I

and as it falls back to his lap, I

my little Luna, there she is,"

his lips. His arms slide up my back, pulling me close as the tears tumble down my cheeks and I

and in my arms After what feels like too short of time, we break apart, the

handled that better than I thought you would." He

you like when I punish you." I murmur, pressing my head to his lips. He chuckles into

you do to me." He says in a

my head as I lean back and look over at the rest of him. Two holes sit over my mate mark and stroke my thumb over it, anger and jealousy combining with the violent urge to kill Laureninstead of Tetting the sun

be fine?" I ask Ezrah, who