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.”

contagious?” I ask, taking a

he inhales deeply and exhales a few times. His color returns and he

is wrong with you?” Hayes

doesn’t phase me but vomit?” he shudders. “It’s the smell,

stomach churn

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

like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “I can’t find a cause. He is just simply. throwing up. He says his chest hurts, an aching

Jonah.” Hayes says, dismissing him as I step toward the door, hearing retching from the other side. I suck in a deep breath, relying heavily on my lycan to keep

scan the dark room, looking for

say softly and he groans, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. His eyes find mine, puffy and red. His skin is pale as a sheet of white silk and I rush to him, reaching out to help him

chokes out, his voice trembling. “I can’t pinpoint what is

I assure him. “I am

you need me to do. Penny hasn’t reached out since she left and I need to send a message and

I move him to the bed and sit next to him

and light in here.” I tell him and he nods, doing exactly

all this start, Percy?” I ask him

guess.” He slumps a little, a whimper breaking from his lips, and his hand flies to 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 he snaps

to his knees before our crying friend.

cries out. I tug him closer to me,

the face and locks eyes with me. I take the bucket from him carefully and Hayes

him and he nods, taking a slight break from dry

overwhelms me. It is unlike anything I have ever felt before.”

after we left?” I ask him,

my brows.

body was tearing apart. My chest was ripping open and I swear there was something

out of the bathroom door. He then walks out, wiping his face with a towel, looking much

until Colette is ready to reach out.” I

him, his eyes

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