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

devious part of me, the one that wants him to heal so I can enjoy my

M

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him something

you and me. Back in our pack, in our room. In our bed.” I say my cheeks are heating as I speak to him. “I refuse to leave the room for an entire week, and I refuse

He groans, shifting around on the bed slightly, and my

giggle, realizing he must be uncomfortable laying on his stomach with whatever my imagination is. doing to his

too.” he

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

meet, my desire to be closer to him nearly suffocating as I wiggle further into his side.

your

will have stunning eyes and my hair. Our boys will look just like you, but they will be wild because they won’t have

all. The life I never knew I wanted or could

will be perfect.” I murmur, speaking into existence the way I want it to be between us. “We trust each other, and

down his neck, 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

asked to speak with you –

soon, please–I shoot through

and

not wanting to disturb him by removing myself from his side. Then I lean forward, pressing

I’ve been summoned.” I whisper.

the pain comes back and is too unbearable for him. When I make it

the open hole in the ceiling and wall where the conference room used to be, careful not to his the new construction that is

surprised for a brief moment before giving me a gentle smile, Caspian motions toward the doors leading outside and I walk along beside him in silence until we exit the building and the doors close behind us.

I ask him, and he

shakes his head. “My leadership has led to the downfall of the very thing protecting

the

“For

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

words sink in. He regrets choosing to protect me.

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I murmur.

I would do it all over again if I had the chance. What I need is to be realistic with myself right now. Every innocent

looking up at the sky, taking in the cool breeze that

led 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

puff of air and