Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 63

Merikh looks at me with a small frown, his face pale and sweat beading on his brow. It’s obvious he is in pain and exhausted. I should help him back into bed, force him to rest, but I need to know. I need to know he wasn’t going to make a decision for me and never tell me. Merikh and I have come too far, suffered too many lies and miscommunications to falter now,

But I need him to come out and say it. For me not to be disappointed in him and what we have. He has to be the one to bring it up first and tell me how he feels without demanding I do one thing or another. He sighs, then he stands, taking a fumbling step toward me as his eyes drift closed and open slowly.

“Shit,” I mutter, rushing to him, holding him up as he hunches over.

“We need to talk,” He whispers, but his voice is weak as I move him to the side of the bed.

“Save your strength. Right now, I need you to try to scooch onto the bed for me.” I tell him as he sits, and then with intense care and lack of speed, he drags himself to the middle of the bed, his eyes closing

I guess that talk will have to wait until he wakes up, no matter how much I feel. I need the answers now. He sighs as I gently pull the soft sheet up and over his body, then I move to the door. If Merikh can’t tell me, then I will talk to Capsian and hear his side of things first. Learn why he chose not to come directly to me first before approaching my mate:

“Stay,” I hear the words muffled by the pillow, my hand pausing on the doorknob. “I need you.”

His words are all I need right now, stopping me in my tracks, reminding me that he has done nothing wrong yet. Merikh is sick, severely injured and his body drained from its constant healing. An argument between him and my father over me is the least of my problems. No matter how upset it makes me. Right now I need to be a good mate and luna.

I turn back around, looking at him as his barely open eyes lock on me, his body working hard to breathe easy. My heart aches. my eyes getting watery as I move wordlessly to the bed. I kick off my shoes and take off my t–shirt, leaving me in only my bra as 1 crawl in next to him.

My warm skin touches his clammy body and he shivers, seeking more skin to skin from me. The sparks dance through the bind and I can feel his muscles relax, the telltale sign that the bond is easing his pain as it should. I lay next to him, my body pressed up against his side as I reach out and stroke his hair from his face.

“Is this better?” I ask him, and he hums happily in response.

His breathing grows more regular, his body working less strenuous as he seems to fall back into sleep. I sigh, just looking at his all too handsome features. My thumb strokes his high cheekbones, making me smile softly as I run over his stumbled face. I tilt my head, next assessing his sharp nose and the tiny freckles that from a far aren’t noticeable.

I wish I could see his piercing green eyes at this moment, witness the love he has for me, but instead of waking him I let him sleep, continuing my assault of touch on his face. My fingers trace his lips before 1 lean closer and press mine to his. He smirks and hums, his eyes remaining closed.

“I missed you.” He whispers, and I chuckle.

“How can you miss me? I have been by your side all along” I remind him, and he shakes his head softly.

“Not when I close my eyes. I miss you when I close my eyes.” He says, sounding a little drunk.

“Then dream of me, you crazy alpha.” I grin, then bite my lip. It shouldn’t make me blush, but it does. The way he speaks, even when he is exhausted and ill

“Too tired to think,” he murmurs. His voice breaking off. As I lean closer to his ear.

“Then I will tell you what to dream about,” I whisper to him.

“Min, yes, please

good dream for him? The devious part of me, the one that wants him to heal

M

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something to look

all of this political crap is taken care of and it’s just you and me. Back in our pack, in our room. In our bed.”

something less spicy.” He groans, shifting around on the

laying on his stomach with

he

want to dream about? It may help you actually fall asleep more efficiently.” I

future. Our family,” he says, his eyes opening for a moment, and meeting mine. My heart stutters when our gazes meet, my desire to be closer to him nearly suffocating as I wiggle further into his side. He chuckles

your

kids. Maybe two boys and one girl. She will have stunning eyes and my hair. Our boys will look just like you, but they will be

knew I wanted or could have. All I want

speaking into existence the way I want it to be between us. “We

his head stretching to the side, seeking my touch. I drag it down his arm, stroking it up down until I finally hear his lightly snoring. A smile dances across my lips and I watch

asked to speak with you – Penny says through the mind

there soon, please–I shoot through

and

wanting to disturb him by removing myself from his side. Then I lean

right back. I’ve

from the bed carefully, watching him the entire time to see if the pain comes back and is too unbearable for him. When I make it to the door and notice he hasn’t moved, I exit and rush to my

ceiling and wall where the conference room used to be, careful not

leading outside and I walk along beside him in silence until we exit the building and the doors close behind us. I can see

ask him,

daughter” He shakes his head. “My leadership has led to

frown. “Your leadership is the

“For

unity if it meant you were safe.” He sighs. “I was selfish, and now many lives

his words sink in. He regrets choosing to protect me.

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I murmur.

in admitting I would choose you above all else. I would do it all over again if I had the chance. What I need is to be realistic with myself right now. Every

the sky, taking in the cool

the council,” I say, looking back at him. “You were not the one who made the decision for them. Caspian, you call yourself selfish. I call the others weak minded. Their fear caused them to make an enemy of us, not the other way around. Fear and jealousy are divisive points. Not a father’s love or the desire to make everyone

puff of air and looks at me, pride in his