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.

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

churn with

grossed out expression on

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

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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

open.

the smoke at a bonfire, I scan the dark room, looking for him before I flip on the light and see Percy lying on the ground, his shoulders moving up and down like he

crying.

I say softly and he groans, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. His eyes find mine, puffy and red. His skin is pale as a sheet of

“I can’t

him. “I am concerned about

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

I move him to the bed and

these windows open and the windows, too. Let’s get some fresh air and light in here.” I tell him and he nods, doing exactly as I ask of him.

I ask him and

a little, a whimper breaking from his lips, and his hand flies to

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

Hayes rushes over, dropping to his knees before our crying friend.

out. I tug him closer to

turns green in the face and locks eyes with me. I

he nods, taking a slight break

arm.

me. It is unlike anything I have ever felt before.” He croaks and

right after we left?” I ask him, and he shakes

my brows.

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

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

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

sound.

him, his eyes wide. Clearly,

“What?”