Traded To The Lycan King

Caspian leans on me, his head lulling before he snaps it back and shakes it like he is trying to not pass out. I cling to him with all the strength I have, trying to keep him upright as I look around for anyone who can help me.

“Just hang in there for a few more minutes,” I beg him, and he chuckles lightly.

“I am okay, sweetheart. Just drained, I need water. It has been too long.” He says weakly.

“Should I take you to your special bathing room?” I offer, not really sure how the hell I will get him up the stairs, or how long it will take. My heart yearns to be at Merikh’s side. As much as I care about Caspian and his well–being, he is my estranged father and not the man I love who is in much worse shape.

“Caspian!” Ezrah yells from down the hall before he sprints toward us, taking the other side of his arm over his tall, slender shoulders. “What in the blazes happened?”

Caspian just smiles and shakes his head, too tired to speak, and Ezrah looks to me for answers.

“Giselle disapproved of the vote to place lycans and werewolves back on council.” I explain, and his eyes grow wide.

“So she destroyed the place?” He asks and I nod.

“She tries to attack me, and then everyone started fighting. She escaped on a dragon.”

“Why would she be on a dragon when she is one?” he asks, confused.

“I asked the same thing,” I admit before biting my lip and looking up ahead where Merikh is no longer in sight.

“Go Colette, Ezrah can see to me getting to water.” He whispers. “Merikh will need you close if he has any hope of a speedy recovery.”

“Merikh is injured?” Ezrah asks, shocked, a look of concern over his dark brows as he glances at me, taking in my barely restrained tears. I nod, unable to answer. Injured makes it seem like it isn’t as bad as it is.

“I will check in on you later,” I promise with a quivering voice. Ezrah gives me a reassuring smile.

“I will take care of Caspian, concern yourself only with Merikh and his healing.” He says as I step away and, with one more torn look, I turn and take off down the hall. It feels like it’s gotten longer, every step doing nothing to bring me closer as the panic settles deep inside my chest.

As I round the corner, I come to a halt, spinning, trying to figure out which way they went. There is a massive chunk missing from the mansion, so I know they have come this way, but the question of where feels like a daunting one.

as I try to force myself to breathe, focus and then move, checking every damn room if I have to. Then I realize, I can use my mind link. The barrier has to

Hayes and Penny, waiting

to see him–Hayes‘ responses sounding morose and

• As your Luna I am demanding you tell me where the hell my mate is–I growl though the link,

little girl who is incapable of seeing grotesque things. Merikh and I have come so far, hurt each other and healed at the same time. I refuse to be on the sideline just because

we know the depths of our love? The lengths we will go to in order to show

as I sigh and lean over, my hands on

washing over me as I

fast and my head is aching, but none of that matters. I can rest when I know Merikh is okay. Until

no thinking as my body

I say firmly and

I need to tell you what to expect, because It’s not pretty.” She tells me and I roll

grind out and she shakes her head

wound on his back. Alpha is a proud man, and he has been injured many times, but

he been taken down like this.

understanding what she is trying to say. But she doesn’t understand him the way

everything happened.

realize is Merikh threw himself in front of me to save me. In his mind, he will wake up and know he

you do not know and I refuse to wait another minute

she steps to the side and I push the door open. I am

His face is turned toward me, his

suspiciously before watching his every move, making sure he isn’t doing anything that would seem off. He swabs the deep wound on his back with a brown liquid, then swiftly he grabs some herbal leaves and places them in the groove in Merikh’s back where his muscles are

his healing immensely.” He tells me

lifts his arms, stretching them over his head as if he is trying to relieve tension. When he finally settles,

much would have been. You are lucky, Colette, that he cares for you the way he does.” He says sincerely and I blush, looking down

have solved more problems had he just let me take the hit.” I scoff,

believe that,” he says,