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.

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

churn with his

I tell him, looking at Hayes, who wears a grossed out expression on his

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 bruise or scar. Nothing

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step toward the door, hearing retching from the other side. I suck in a deep breath, relying heavily on my lycan to keep me from following Percy’s lead on the vomiting. And then I push the door

open.

swirling around us like the smoke at a bonfire, I scan the dark room, looking for him before

crying.

pushing 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 rush to him, reaching out to help him

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

Percy.” I assure him. “I am concerned

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

as I move him to the bed and sit next to him on

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

this start, Percy?” I ask him

He slumps a little, a whimper

he leaves on his own flesh with how hard he presses against the pain. His legs shake and he

rushes over, dropping to his knees before

out. I tug him closer to me, holding

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 the

sick because of the pain?” I ask him and he nods, taking a slight break from dry heaving to wipe his mouth on

arm.

have ever felt before.”

we left?” I ask him, and he shakes his

my brows.

open and I swear there was something in my chest. Eventually, the pain became too much. And it just comes

Penny?” Hayes asks, sticking his head out of the bathroom door. He then walks out,

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

sound.

wide. Clearly, Percy realizes

“What?”