Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 57

Caspian leans on me, his head lulling before he snaps it back and shakes it like he is trying to not pass out. I cling to him with all the strength I have, trying to keep him upright as I look around for anyone who can help me.

“Just hang in there for a few more minutes,” I beg him, and he chuckles lightly.

“I am okay, sweetheart. Just drained, I need water. It has been too long.” He says weakly.

“Should I take you to your special bathing room?” I offer, not really sure how the hell I will get him up the stairs, or how long it will take. My heart yearns to be at Merikh’s side. As much as I care about Caspian and his well–being, he is my estranged father and not the man I love who is in much worse shape.

“Caspian!” Ezrah yells from down the hall before he sprints toward us, taking the other side of his arm over his tall, slender shoulders. “What in the blazes happened?”

Caspian just smiles and shakes his head, too tired to speak, and Ezrah looks to me for answers.

“Giselle disapproved of the vote to place lycans and werewolves back on council.” I explain, and his eyes grow wide.

“So she destroyed the place?” He asks and I nod.

“She tries to attack me, and then everyone started fighting. She escaped on a dragon.”

“Why would she be on a dragon when she is one?” he asks, confused.

“I asked the same thing,” I admit before biting my lip and looking up ahead where Merikh is no longer in sight.

“Go Colette, Ezrah can see to me getting to water.” He whispers. “Merikh will need you close if he has any hope of a speedy

recovery.”

“Merikh is injured?” Ezrah asks, shocked, a look of concern over his dark brows as he glances at me, taking in my barely restrained tears. I nod, unable to answer. Injured makes it seem like it isn’t as bad as it is.

“I will check in on you later,” I promise with a quivering voice. Ezrah gives me a reassuring smile.

“I will take care of Caspian, concern yourself only with Merikh and his healing.” He says as I step away and, with one more torn look, I turn and take off down the hall. It feels like it’s gotten longer, every step doing nothing to bring me closer as the panic settles deep

inside my chest.

As I round the corner, I come to a halt, spinning, trying to figure out which way they went. There is a massive chunk missing from the mansion, so I know they have come this way, but the question of where feels like a daunting one.

My hands fly to my head as I try to force myself to breathe, focus and then move, checking every damn room if I have to. Then I realize, I can use my mind link. The barrier has to be down for everyone to have been able to use their magic.

out to Hayes and Penny, waiting anxiously

to see him–Hayes‘ responses sounding morose and

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• your Luna I am demanding you tell me where the hell my mate is–I growl though the link, making sure he can feel

grotesque things. Merikh and I have come so far, hurt each other and healed at the same time. I refuse to be on the sideline just because

bland. How do we know the depths of our love? The lengths we will

mind as I sigh

washing over me as

dining room–I tell her with a long exhale. The adrenaline is fading fast and my head is aching, but none of that matters. I can rest when I know Merikh is okay. Until then, I will fight my body’s

body takes

and her eyes grow

promise. But first I need to tell you what to expect, because It’s not pretty.” She tells me and I

grind out and she shakes her head and takes my

his back. Alpha is

taken down like this. There

she doesn’t understand him the way I do. She wasn’t

everything happened.

to save me. In his mind, he will wake up and know he achieved his goal. His biggest annoyance will be the downtime I will force him

There are things you do not know and I refuse to wait another minute trying to explain them to you. You are my friend and my gamma, but that is my mate and your alpha in there. So please, for

ground before she steps to the side and I push the door open. I am hit in the face instantly with the smell of fresh herbs and

Merikh, taking his hand. His face is turned toward me, his arms above his head as he lies on his stomach, and Brent gingerly cleans his wounds.

with a brown liquid, then swiftly

being here will speed his healing immensely.” He tells

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thickly as he exhales and his hands stop. He lays down the items and then lifts his arms, stretching them over his head as if he is trying

lucky, Colette, that he cares for you the

solved more problems had he just let me

can’t truly believe that,” he says, and I

for the fight.” I remind him, and he shakes his head.

death

letting them sink in as I rub a circle over the top

for a reason to fight? They wanted to disband the council?” I ask him curiously. Brent shrugs

sighs.