Traded To The Lycan King

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."

rushes out, his eyes growing wide when he sees the state of Hayes, but instead of speaking, he

to

thing we have done our entire relationship, and

time it feels like life has come to a halt." She whispers back, her voice raw. I look down at her, taking a minute to appreciate that even in her hurting, she is here comforting me. Colette shows me once again not only how considerate she is,

are you? Truly?" I ask her. My free hand comes up to gently stroke her cheek and she leans into it. She then pauses and says nothing until she exhales heavily and tilts her chin up 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, Leandra will be around soon to

notices as I look away, realizing how much I have

looks me over for

grabbing her hands

you are getting cut

they slip from my lips. Her eyes grow wide before they

couldn't be

forgive me. Hell, I would never forgive

taken care of, Alpha. Leandra's body is being cleaned up and prepared for when Hayes is ready to return her to the moon

asks, as he enters the room with a tray. He crosses in front of us, placing it down on

one with expert advice and who has

I mumble, trying to keep the bile from inching further up my throat as it burns

only thing that kept me

on me." He gives a tight-lipped smile and gesture's to the plate. "I would say to go take a shower, but it seems like a pointless suggestion since I've

hungry," Colette says softly, her voice

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