Traded To The Lycan King

Chapter 16

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Steam rolls off the glistening pool, beautiful purple petals dotting the surface with sprigs of lavender and other various herbs melding together to make th

“It feels amazing, doesn’t it? The air?” Penny says, releasing a satisfied groan. Then she moves around me with a plush navy robe and a set of slippers. much.”

“Is everyone allowed to use them?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.

“Yes, but this one is for the alpha family’s personal use. We all have one in our own homes, but without all the marble and ornate gold displays. Also, mu pool.” She gives me an amused wink.

“I see.” I mutter, moving over to the chair and slipping off my shoes.

Penny apparently figured out my clothing size and sorted out a bikini for me. Not that I’m not grateful, but this might be more revealing than the underwear I own. I’m not quite com

I release a nervous sigh and undress down to my suit before taking one last look at the untouched water. It’s amazing how much it just looks like it will he

“Healing water, my ass,” I mutter to myself. “More like boiled Colette soup with how hot that is.” I bite my bottom lip, groaning in lead up before I gently step down onto the first step, holding my breath to keep from letting out a squeal.

The liquid burns my skin, the oils and herbs latching onto my flesh as I step down one more and then another. until I am fully in the pool. I bend my knee

Every Achey muscle seems to meld with the water, feeling like it is just an extension of me. It almost tickles, the way it swirls around my skin and draws o herbs.

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I reach up and pull my hair out of its elastic band and tilt my head back, submerging it up to my hairline as a satisfied gasp dances past my lips and I sm washes away.

For a second I feel the pull to put my head under the water, but my stomach tightens in fear and I decide to give myself a little more time. The last time m at least not at this precise moment.

Instead, I move to the stairs and sit, resting my head on one of the upper steps as a sort of anchor, then I allow my b*dy to float up. My b*dy is weightles

Since being here, since losing Grady, she has done nothing but hide, only doing what she must to keep me aware of her presence. It felt like we were no longer in sync– well, for years really, but now, she has allowed me back in. Her presence growing stronger by the second. And my heart and soul feel at ease.

I hum in the large room, my voice echoing back to me. I’ve never had an affinity for music, but it feels natural to sing when

you are at peace and right now is the most at peace I have ever been. My mind wanders many places, from the dream to my terrible past and back to th

Then suddenly, I am suffocating. I sit up, my hand on my throat as I choke on the air, looking around frantically, watching as the room fades away and I am back in the swamp. I can feel where I am, my hands and legs wet and warm grounding me in knowing I am still physically in the healing waters

There are no green orbs, no other person other than me, and a voice. Her voice. Then she appears and I watch as my mom takes a seat and rests her h

“A longing for the tales,

one of legends told,

I’ll sing to you, my love, in the ways of the old,

For when a mate cries out in the dark,

The other must always heed,

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the one singular cry in their time of need.

So come to me, my love,

come complete your soul,

Your mate is calling you home

Your mate is calling you home.”

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My heart aches at the sadness in her tone, the way the words break her heart, and I watch as tears stream down her face. I reach out, remembering this

My knees go weak and I fall, my head plunging into the wetness and my b*dy jolts. The image of my dying mother bleeds from my mind like a memory fading, the thought gone even as I try to conjure it back. A

I open my eyes, blinking at the steam, my consciousness back in the now. The words of her song resound in my mind. That was no dream, but a memory, one the waters pulled from me. How? I don’t know how, but I know it

to be the truth. I can feel it.

The past has always been hidden from me, shrouded in despair and darkness. No matter how hard I tried, I could remember nothing from before being now I have a voice, an image I thought was made up or thought was just a nightmare. And now I have a song.

Her song. My mom’s song.

And I know where I got my singing voice. I smile to myself. Because she sure as shit wasn’t phenomenal. That fear I held, the one of the water, is replac her again, where my soul felt comfortable enough to open up and allow little bits of me to seep out.

I close my eyes, a smile on my lips as I head to the steps again, and sit. I never want to leave this room. It feels. sacred now. Like a connection between

The words to her song tumble out of me, echoing through the room as it makes me feel closer to her. I sing it on repeat, familiarizing myself with the tune

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My voice echoes off the walls, bouncing back to me, and the water around me moves with the vibrations as if it’s dancing to my words. Then I feel a shift

“W– where did you come from?” I ask, clutching my chest. He looks pained as he moves closer, like he was injured. and is seeking healing, but from me.

“Don’t stop singing.” He says, his voice a husky whisper as he continues to stalk me down like prey.

I furrow my brow, confused, but I repeat the words, slowly and softly. Merikh reaches under the water, finding my hand as he pulls me up and drags my b me with lust filled eyes.

I finish the verse, unsure if I should continue again. So Instead, I hum the tune and he leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. Merikh inhales deeply

“I am sorry for being a jackass.” He mutters. “Forgive me,”

His apology catches me off guard, and I pull back, looking up into his sincere face. He looks distraught, like someone died and worry leaches into me. I s

“I shouldn’t have asked about her…” I breathe.

He shudders as the sparks seem to whizz through us, weak still, but growing stronger. I force him to look at me, but his eyes fall to my lips before coming back to my eyes. I stare at his green, watching the desire and unbridled lust that stir there. It nearly bowls me over to see it, to think he could want me and my b*dy burns in places I’ve never felt before.

“I want to k*ss you, Colette.” He admits, the tip of his nose teasing mine and then nudging my cheek.

“What’s stopping you?” I ask, feeling bold as my heart nearly pops out of my chest. He freezes, eyes boring into me, searching for any resistance on my end, resistence he won’t find becuase I want this. I want his lips against mine and his undivided attention. So after a mere second Merikh closes t