Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 62

“What does a lily mean?” I ask him as I grab Percy some water from the nightstand, hoping I can get him to drink something. “And why would that be something that concerns Elm?”

“Elm calls his mate his lily. His queen. It is the name everyone calls her now.” Brent says.

I spin to look at him, taken aback by his response, then my nose crinkles in thought.

“But how would Percy know that?” I ask him. “He is as new to this council stuff as I am. I doubt he has met her before.”

Brent looks at the small paper still on Percy’s lap as Percy stares out the window as if in longing. A frown tugs at Brent’s lips as he lets out a heavy sigh

“I don’t know. But I do know that the second Elm sees this, he will be alarmed.”

“You can’t really think that Elm’s own mate has something to do with…”

Until recently, I really didn’t think hybrids could exist either, and yet here one stands in the flesh next to me.” He gives me a soft smile.

I move toward Percy, sitting on the bed next to him. My hand reaches out, gently grabbing his to get his attention, but it’s like: trying to get the attention of a hollow log.

Percy, you need to drink something.” I say softly, shaking his hand slightly.

“He won’t drink it.” Brent reminds me.

“But he responded to me, demanding he draw something.” I remind him and he shakes his head like I’m not understanding something.

“Your Luna command worked because it appealed to the gamma in him. His job is to protect you. It is what he is programmed to do. He can only fight so much, he won’t waste the energy listening to the demand to drink water.”

“I can’t just let him waste away and die because some asshole possessed him and left him like this.” I grit out fighting back

tears.

“I know he is your gamma and you have a special bond, but we need to inform the others. If it is Lily, then Elm needs to know. he is being betrayed and act accordingly.”

“I thought you were going to try to break the curse, or whatever it is. At least try to make it better?”

doing, then I need things from nature. They tie everything they do to the earth. So right now,

are trained on me. He is just a shell of who he is. The light gone from

to him, hoping he can hear me somewhere in his void mind. Then I turn to Brent and sigh heavily. “Let’s

nothing but put himself on the line. I want nothing more than to return the favor and protect him back, but I can’t do anything

the room where Merikh is. I rest my hand on the door, pausing when it opens slightly but stops. I can hear voices, that

be safer” 1 hear my father

I not prove that?” Merikh

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enhanced hearing. Had

earlier?

be working to hone her skills. She has potential to be

laced with pain. “She is

concern me without even first consulting me? Would Merikh even

stares at me quizzically but he says nothing as I push back my frustrations and annoyance before I shove the door open. and enter the room pretending like I had heard not a word they were discussing.

say, looking between them, then I scan the room, trying to find Elm.

to step out for a moment.” Merikh says, his face flushed as he sits

be laying down.” I say, making sure to lay my disappointment on thick. He looks at me like I might have gone crazy and I roll my eyes. “You are injured, Merikh. You need to heal and pushing yourself will only make

Percy have to say?”

to Brent, who produces the paper and hands

a lily?” He asks, looking up,

“Yes.”

Caspian curses under his breath. Merikh looks at him, concern

Elm knows, do you?” He asks Caspian, who

I trust everyone and the next I am getting stabbed in the back.” He throws his hands

ran, do we?” Brent asks cautiously. My brows shoot to my hairline in alarm and I look around

through a fight like that to

there was an understanding

i

asks, coming into the room.

single eyebrow arching as he releases a deep breath. Then He walks over and takes a seat on the edge of Merikh’s bed near Merikh where he sits on the stool trying to stay upright.

be dramatic and delay it.” He announces, and I look at Brent, waiting for him to speak. After a moment he doesn’t and I sigh, taking the drawing from my father’s hands and placing it nearly in his. He frowns at