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.

have to. Then I realize, I can use my mind link. The barrier has to be down for

are you?– I shoot out to Hayes and Penny, waiting

best you wait to see

• am demanding you tell me where the hell my mate is–I

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 his wound will scare

love is bland. How do we know the depths of our love? The lengths we will go to in order to

resonates through my mind as I sigh and lean over,

over me as I

is fading fast and my head is aching, but none of that matters. I can rest when I know Merikh is okay. Until then, I will fight my body’s needs

she waves me down. There is no thinking as my body takes off toward her and, without exchanging words, she turns and runs to show me where they are. She stops at a door, turning

say firmly and her eyes grow

you what to expect, because It’s not pretty.” She

she shakes

the wound on his back. Alpha is a proud man, and

he been taken down like this. There is a chance he

to say. But she

everything happened.

his mind, he will wake up

process, but I know for a fact Merikh will not be like that. There are things you do not know and I refuse to wait another minute trying to explain them to you. You

and I push the door open. I am hit in the face instantly with the smell of fresh herbs and Merikh’s

up to Merikh, taking his hand. His face is turned toward

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

speed his healing immensely.” He tells me without stopping his

exhales and his hands stop. He lays down the items and then lifts his arms, stretching them over his head as if he is trying to

are lucky, Colette, that he cares for you

have solved more problems had he just let me take

truly believe that,” he says,