Traded To The Lycan King

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.”

ask, taking a step back

as he inhales deeply and exhales a few

what the hell is wrong

have seen some of the grossest wounds and blood doesn’t phase me but

stomach

I tell him, looking at Hayes, who wears a grossed out expression on his face as

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

the door, hearing retching from the other side. I suck in a deep

bile and stale air sweeps out the 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 on the ground, his shoulders moving up and down

His eyes find mine, puffy and red. His skin is pale as a sheet of white silk and I rush

voice trembling. “I can’t pinpoint what is wrong but…it hurts…and then I

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

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

him to the bed and sit next to

the windows, too. Let’s get some fresh air and light

start, Percy?” I ask him and

a whimper breaking from his lips, and

pain grows worse as he cries out, 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

over, dropping to his

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

hand as he turns green in the face and locks eyes with me. I take the bucket

sick because of the pain?” I ask him and he nods, taking a slight break from dry heaving to wipe

overwhelms me. It is unlike anything I have

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

my brows.

was ripping open and I swear there was something in

the bathroom door. He then

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

at him, his eyes wide. Clearly, Percy

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