Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Chapter 76

“Merikh

“Where is Percy?” I ask Hayes, who walks into my office without the only other person I asked to see.

“He is sick.” Hayes says, worry on his brow as he shrugs. I give him a confused look, and he sighs, tossing his hands up like he doesn’t have a better answer.

“Sick?” I ask. “Like how the humans who get a runny nose and headaches? Or sick as if he is still infected by that Fae asshole?”

“Sick as in, He hasn’t eaten a single thing since we got home yesterday and has been dry heaving and vomiting…”

My brows furrow in confusion. Lycans do not get sick. We don’t have stomach bugs or colds, our lycans heal us too quickly to ever feel any of the effects. Which means something is wrong, very fucking wrong.

“He can’t get sick. It’s not something that happens.” I remind my brother.

“I can show you, if you want,” Hayes says. “The healers have already been called to see him, but he is indeed sick.”

I stand from my chair, walking past him to the door, yanking it open.

“Where are you going?” He calls out behind me.

“We are going to go check on our gamma and figure out what the hell is going on.” I holler back. He mutters under his breath as he rushes up to my side.

“Maybe it is all the stress of having his mind raided and run by someone else?” Hayes offers, and I shake my head no.

“How is your mate?” I ask him and he says nothing. I slide a glance in his direction and he rolls his eyes.

“We haven’t really had much of a conversation since she has come back to herself.” He admits. “But no, she has not been sick and throwing up.”

I hum in thought as we make it to Percy’s room, stopping as the healer walks out, looking pale and a little green in the face. I arch a brow and he bows, his hands sliding over his stomach.

“Alpha,” he says, just as his stomach gurgles and his hand covers his mouth. “I apologize.”

“Is it contagious?” I ask, taking a step back with Hayes.

“No,” He mumbles, his eyes closing as he inhales deeply and exhales a few times. His color returns and he shakes his head. “No, he is not contagious.”

“Then what the hell is wrong with you?” Hayes asks.

doesn’t phase me but vomit?” he shudders. “It’s the smell, you know? Acidic and

churn with

wears a grossed out expression on his face as well. “Tell me what is

doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “I can’t find a cause. He is just simply. throwing up. He says his chest hurts, an aching that is dull and grows intense enough to make him vomit. But there is no wound, not even a

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in a deep breath, relying heavily on my lycan to keep me from following Percy’s

open.

at a bonfire, I scan the dark room, looking for him before I flip on the light and see Percy lying on

crying.

himself up onto his hands and knees. His eyes find mine, puffy and red. His skin is pale as a sheet of white silk and I

can’t pinpoint what is wrong but…it hurts…and then

concerned about you, and why you

out since she left and I need

move him to the bed and

windows, too. Let’s get some fresh air and light in here.” I tell him and he

Percy?” I ask

a whimper breaking from his lips, and his hand flies to his chest.

his fingers pressing into his bare skin and I notice the bruises he leaves on his own flesh with how hard he presses against the pain. His legs shake

dropping to his knees before our crying friend.

tug him closer

that has already been used, the contents spilling onto his hand as he turns green in the face and locks eyes with me. I take the bucket from him carefully and Hayes bolts for the bathroom and

you sick because of the pain?” I ask him and he nods, taking a

arm.

I have ever

I ask him,

my brows.

apart. My chest was ripping open and I swear there was something in my chest. Eventually, the pain

asks, sticking his head out of the bathroom door. He then walks out, wiping his face with a towel, looking much

her until Colette is ready to reach out.” I remind him, but Percy lets out a strange

sound.

wide. Clearly,

“What?”