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 for

best you wait to see him–Hayes‘ responses sounding morose and tired.

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• mate is–I growl though the link, making sure he can feel my

weak little girl who is incapable of seeing 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 his

we know the depths of our love? The

you, Luna–Penny’s voice resonates through my mind as I sigh and lean over, my hands on

me

head is aching, but none of that matters. I can rest when I know Merikh is

up straight and move to the hall, watching as she waves me down. There is no thinking as my body takes off toward her and, without exchanging words, she turns and runs to show me where they are. She stops at

I say firmly and

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

and she shakes her head and takes my

on his back. Alpha is a proud man, and he has been

been taken down like this. There

she doesn’t

everything happened.

will wake up and know he achieved his goal.

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 the sake of our

door open. I am hit in the face instantly with the smell of fresh herbs and Merikh’s faint scent.

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

seem off. He swabs the deep wound on his back with a brown liquid, then swiftly he grabs some herbal leaves and places them in the groove in

being here will speed his healing immensely.” He tells

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Chapter 57

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

that he cares for you the way he does.” He says

just let me take the hit.”

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

the fight.” I remind him,

you really think your death would have solved anything? Your father and Merikh would have dismembered and drowned the world

line, thinking about his words, letting them sink in as I rub a

think they were looking for a reason to fight? They wanted to disband the council?” I

sighs.