Traded To The Lycan King

"Why do you have that phone?" Merikh grits out as he rushes toward the trees. Johannes puts his hand up in a display of surrender, but it does nothing to slow the raging lycan within.

"It's not what you assume," He says as I rush after my mate to remind him to remain calm, that he is still healing even if he is doing much better than before.

Merikh's claws dig into the vampire's shirt and skin, blood seeping through the white fabric as he frowns, but doesn't fight back.

"Answer my question!" Merikh roars and Johannes' lip twitches in defiant anger.

"He gave it to me as the dragons arrived,"

"What?" The word is a panicked whisper, carried my way on a breeze that, though warm, chills my very soul. Attacked? When and how? No one is supposed to know where the second pack location is, unless...

“Lauren,” I mutter, my hand flying to my head and my skin heats and my eyes burn with unshed tears. The stupid bitch wasn't just coming for me, she was coming to gloat, distract us from everything we have been separated from all because of my selfish choice to find more of myself.

"She visited you then?" Johannes asks, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

It's so clear to see there was a connection between them, one beyond the tethering of the chosen bind they had. Deep down, Johannes cared for her. Yes, his ambitions maybe have mattered more, but even love can be twisted.

"She came for me, Giselle sent her." I offer as Merikh turns his head to the side, his pallor green and his eyes closed as if he is trying to not vomit. "Shit." Johannes mutters, a dry chuckle. "Lauren got you, didn't she?"

"She tried." Merikh grimaces. I reach out, extracting him from Johannes, who grumbles as he smooths his bloody and wrinkled shirt.

“I just bought this shirt." He sighs, then he looks up, his devilish eyes flicking between the two of us. "He looks like he has yet to decide if he intends to live."

limp at his side as

trust a fae? After knowing their queen is a traitor?" He

to trust you after you stole his mate and killed

sighs. "Though it might benefit you both to remember, I took some silly oath to a lycan king. I couldn't lie to him if

at a moment's notice. "What is happening with Hayes and our pack?" "Giselle is waiting for you to show up. The war has started, but it's on your pack's doorstep, waiting for you to invite it

is as unnerved as I am, unsure of what to do.

so that he would not be tempted to call you before you were ready

I ask him, my mouth

"Three days."

on my heels and rushing back to the cabin. Merikh calls out for me but I'm on a mission to pack the few things we

hear frantic

mother's eyes. She doesn't speak, though. Instead, after a few moments of silence, she steps up next to me and proceeds

into the vehicle that the vampire came here in..." Melody pauses for a mere second before signing heavily. "Are you sure you can

the small bag in front of

trust the oath he took." I say, "and even if I didn't trust him, I would still be

room, his arms sliding

chuckle, dropping the bag and spinning, my hands closing up his chest and

hate her."

dead."

letting him know he is misunderstanding who I mean. Lauren was a problem, yes. But she was only a small part of the problem. She was annoying and a nuisance. But Giselle, Giate. I don't just want her gone; I want her dead, drowned,

"She