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.

but vomit?” he shudders. “It’s the smell,

churn with

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

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 bruise or scar. Nothing to be found.”

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says, dismissing him as I step toward the door, hearing retching from the other side. I suck in a deep breath, relying heavily

open.

smell of bile and stale air sweeps out the room, swirling around us like the smoke at a bonfire, I scan the dark room, looking for him before I flip on the light and see

crying.

puffy and red. His skin is pale as a sheet of white silk and I rush to him, reaching out

out, his voice trembling. “I can’t pinpoint what

concerned about you, and why you

need me to do. Penny hasn’t reached out since she left and I need to send

shaking my head as I move him to the bed and sit next to him on it.

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

start, Percy?” I ask him and

yesterday, I guess.” He slumps a little, a whimper breaking from his lips, and his hand

out, 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 and he snaps his mouth closed, gritting his teeth as I

dropping to his knees before our crying friend. “Is it your

cries out. I tug him closer to me, holding him

in the face and locks eyes with me. I take the bucket from him carefully and Hayes bolts for the bathroom and the two heave and throw

because of the pain?” I ask him and he nods, taking a slight break from dry heaving

arm.

unlike anything I have ever felt

start right after we left?” I ask him, and

my brows.

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

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

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

sound.

at him, his eyes wide. Clearly, Percy realizes

“What?”