Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 110

“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.”

“Ezrah fixed me up.” Merikh mumbles, his arms limp at his side as panic weaves its way through me.

“You trust a fae? After knowing their queen is a traitor?” He asks with a quirked brow.

“You expect us to trust you after you stole his mate and killed his father?” I retort, and he thinks for a moment.

“Touché, Luna.” Then he 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 I wanted to.”

“Enough.” Merikh says, his voice demanding though soft, as if he may slip away 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 in or stave it off.” Johannes says, looking directly at me.

I stand in silence, unaware of who is near me other than Merikh who I can feel through the mate bond. He is as unnerved as I am, unsure of what to do. There is no world in which I will ever leave his side again, which means we will be thrown into one with a war instead.

“And he gave me the phone so that he would not be tempted to call you before you were ready to come back.”

“How long have they been there?” I ask him, my mouth falling open in shock.

“Three days.”

“Fuck.” I grumble, spinning 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 have and get our asses moving.