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?”

if it is Lily’s doing, then I need things from nature.

light gone from his eyes and his skin pale and sunken already. He is wasting away and we need to save him, just

be back later I whisper to him, hoping he can hear me somewhere

the line. I want nothing more than to return the favor and protect him back, but I can’t do anything until we break this freaking

I rest my hand on the door, pausing when it opens slightly but stops. I

would be safer” 1 hear my father

safe with me. Did I not prove that?”

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furrow my brows in confusion, looking up at Brent, who clearly can’t hear what is being said as clearly as I can with my enhanced hearing. Had

earlier?

be working to hone her skills. She has potential to be both a skilled siren and werewolf if we let her embrace both sides. Let her stay with me,

her out of my sight.” Merikh says, his voice laced with pain. “She is my mate. Mine

to things that concern me without even first consulting me? Would Merikh even tell me if

but he says nothing as I push back my frustrations and annoyance before I shove the door open. and enter the room

spoke to Percy,” I say, looking between them, then I scan the room, trying to find Elm. “Where is Elm?”

Merikh says, his face flushed as he sits with his hands on

disappointment on thick. He looks at me like I might have gone crazy and I roll my eyes. “You are injured, Merikh. You

did Percy have to say?”

he drew a picture of a flower” I say, motioning to Brent, who produces the paper and hands it to

this a lily?” He asks,

“Yes.”

his breath. Merikh looks at him, concern spreading over his face.

Elm knows, do you?” He asks Caspian,

these days? One moment I trust everyone and the next I am getting stabbed in the

we?” Brent asks cautiously. My brows shoot to my hairline in

I finally respond. “No. He wouldn’t have stayed through a fight like

understanding of trust between

i

who?” He asks, coming into the

around the room, a single eyebrow

I look at Brent, waiting for him to speak. After a moment he doesn’t and I sigh, taking