Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons

Hold on, Hayes." I mutter, crawling over to him.

His eyes don't move from her, the grotesque way her body looks as it hangs there, various parts of her impaled on branches. It's not until I move in his line of sight that I see any genuine emotion from him. His void eyes slowly blink as he looks at me like he has no idea who I am.

"Kill me." He garbles out, his words gutting me as my anger grows.

"Not a chance in hell," I grit out.

His blistering hand reaches up as he tries to grab my shirt, his fingers unwilling to bend to his will as he grunts in pain. It drops like a heavy rock to the ground.

"Please," he whispers, his breathing ragged and sounding full of emotion.

"No." I growl, unable to control myself or the hurt in my chest. "We are family. You are my brother. I will get you through this, we will get you through this, Colette and I will."

He turns his face away from me, a sob in chest as he refuses to speak anymore. I stand, bending low as I grunt and hoist him up. His skin squishes against me and he cries out in agony as I try to adjust to how I grip him. Once he seems calm and I have a better hold, I take off running, the warrior just ahead of me, leading the way.

Warriors stop and stare, their eyes filled with sorrow and worry as they see their beta in my arms, deformed and unmoving. I look around, hoping for Brandy when I see Colette walk out. She stops in her tracks when she sees me. For a moment I wait for her to cry or panic. I half expect her to rush over and ask for information.

"Percy," she calls out, looking behind her. "Grab the healers and send for Calvin."

"Calvin?" I ask her, confused as she moves over to me. "I thought..."

"Oh Hayes," she whispers, looking at him in my arms, and then she touches my biceps in the most loving and reassuring way. "He will be okay, Merikh."

"Alpha," A healer rushes out, his eyes growing wide when he sees the state of Hayes, but instead of speaking, he takes him from me.

Everything seems to move at hyper speed around me. One moment they are taking him from me and the next I am seated in the living room trying to understand what is taking so long. Colette's thumb rubs up and down the top of my hand, her arm tucked around mine as she snuggles into my side.

is it this is the most normal thing we have done our entire relationship, and it is under the most terrifying circumstances?" I mutter and

minute to appreciate that even in her hurting, she is here comforting me. Colette shows me once again not only

to look at me. "Horrible." her voice squeaks, tears brimming her eyes, and she pulls her lips to an impossibly sweet little smile. "But at least I have you. And hopefully,

notices as I look away, realizing how much

over for

am fine," I exhale, grabbing her

like you are getting cut open when I ask about Leandra?"

slip from my lips. Her eyes grow wide

she was severely injured and couldn't

to collect her

her like that, he would never forgive me. Hell, I would never forgive him for it, either. [left my

just forgets that

body?

get her

Hayes is ready to

think he will be okay?" Percy asks, as he enters the room with a tray. He crosses in front of us, placing it down on the coffee table and then

The one with expert advice and who has been with me through my worst times. "Eat," Percy demands. But the very thought of food makes my stomach churn

little later," I mumble, trying to keep the bile from inching further up my throat as it burns its way

only thing that kept me

plate. "I would say to go take

not hungry," Colette says softly,

he is demanding rather than asking." I tell her and she blinks at

He insists. I shoot him a glare and he pretends to not see it as he looks away at a spot on the ceiling. Colette frowns at the plate