Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 132

*Merikh*

There is a small knock before my office door pushes open and Colette peeks her head in. A smile replaces the frown I had been dawning since receiving the news that other packs throughout the kingdom are being attacked at random.

War has rules, or at least it used to, but now, nothing and no one is off limits to the dragons who seem keen on wiping us from the face of the earth.

“Has Zale arrived yet?” She asks, sashaying across the carpet. My heart leaps with the way she gives me a soft smile, her eyes glittering. Colette is still in deep mourning but to see her smile, of her own accord and without prompting, is so refreshing.

“Not yet.” I say, looking down at the small clock on my desk. “But I expect he will be here soon.”

“Then you have time to talk about something with me?” Her tone grows serious as she stops beside my desk, placing her hand down instead of continuing over to me. I arch a brow, turning in my chair to face her as I lean back.

“I always have time to talk with you about things, Colette.” I say warily. It almost feels like a trap and by the way she looks away and clears her throat, I can only assume it is something she is worried about. Or afraid of the answer.

The thought enters my mind that maybe she wants to go back to the ocean. To either train or meet her other family in the depths of the ocean. My chest grows heavy and I wait anxiously for her to find the words she seems to struggle with.

“It’s about Hayes.” She mutters, her gaze meeting mine, as it feels like I can breathe again.

“Hayes?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Okay, what about Hayes?” I tilt my head, clasping my hands together in front of me.

“He seems to be doing better.” She offers and I narrow my eyes, catching on immediately to what is going on.

“That sounds suspiciously like you are going to try to convince me he can go hunting for a villain.” I say, my tone flat and my lips pressing together.

She chuckles and tucks a hair behind her ear. Such a simple and innocent motion as she looks up and quicks a wry smile. Fucking Hayes and his stupid ability to know how to play me. Using my mate against me.

“Maybe.” She shrugs. “But he doesn’t have to go alone.”

“Oh? He doesn’t?” I ask, intrigued again. “And who will want to go on this suicide mission of his? Hayes is respected, but to ask this task is asking a lot of anyone.”

She nods in silence before she saunters to me. She nudges my knees apart as she steps between my legs, my hands going to her waist as I lean forward and look at her. Colette’s hands rest lightly on my forearms as she chews on the inside of her cheeks, looking for words.

“We could ask those who lost their mates to join him? Ones who want revenge like he does.” She offers.

“And what good does it do to place a group of depressed, angry male lycans together on a hunting mission?” I ask her, my lips turning down in disappointment.

If there was a way I could send Hayes out to do what he wanted that ensured he and his group wouldn’t try to not come back, I would do it. But right now, Hayes is too delicate. He is in that phase that Percy was in, looking for someone to kill for the sake of killing.

But this loss is different. Hayes lost a part of himself. When he looks in the mirror, he will never see the same man standing there looking back at him. He will see the reminder of when he let Leandra down, in his own words. We all know that is not the case, and I am certain Leandra knew this as well.

“Maybe give him time to prove he is willing to do this not just for revenge, but because our kind needs this too? What if we look at it as finding the cause of all of this so we can stop the war? Wouldn’t that be a mission any warrior would want to sign up for?” Colette asks.

She makes a fair point. Wolves find happiness in their honor. To prove their worth, to save their loved ones from future pain and suffering, they would do anything. But before I will allow any of that, I need to know that Hayes will try to come back. That he will have something worth living for and not just be looking for a way out.

There is a knock before I can answer Colette, and Percy’s voice calls through the oak door.

“Zale is here Alpha.” He says.

“We will discuss this later,” I assure Colette, rising to my full height. Then I lean down and press a gentle kiss to her soft lips. “But you make fair points.”

“I know.” She smiles, patting her hand on my chest before she breaks away from me and steps to the side.