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.

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

feel my stomach churn with his

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

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 to

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the other side. I suck in a deep breath, relying heavily on my lycan to keep

open.

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 Percy lying

crying.

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

trembling. “I can’t pinpoint what is wrong but…it

him. “I am concerned about you, and why you

things you need me to do. Penny hasn’t reached out since she left

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

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

this start, Percy?” I ask him and

whimper breaking from his lips, and his

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

rushes over, dropping to his knees before our crying

so bad,” He cries out. I tug him closer to

as he turns green in the face

and he nods, taking a slight break from dry heaving

arm.

anything I have ever felt before.” He croaks and I furrow

left?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.

my brows.

was good for several hours…but then it was like my body was tearing apart. My chest was ripping open and I swear there

his head out of the bathroom door. He

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

sound.

wide. Clearly, Percy realizes

“What?”