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."

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

move at hyper speed around me. One moment they are taking him from me and the next I am seated in the living room trying to understand what is taking so long. Colette's thumb rubs

thing we have done our entire relationship,

a halt." She whispers back, her voice raw. I look down at her, taking a minute to appreciate that even in her

look at me. "Horrible." her voice squeaks, tears brimming her eyes, and she pulls her lips to

wince and she notices as I look away, realizing how much I have

me over for injury, her hands lifting my shirt, searching for

grabbing her

why do you look like you are getting cut open when I

The words feel wrong as they slip from my lips. Her eyes grow wide before they soft and her

and couldn't be moved. That

left her like that, he would never forgive me. Hell, I would never forgive him for it, either. [left my brother's mate's dead body spiked to a fucking tree. What kind

up and prepared for when Hayes is ready to return her to the moon goddess." Percy

tray. He crosses in front of us, placing it down on the coffee table and

don't know," I admit, the very thought that Hayes might very well never recover looms over me. He is the sunshine-y one. The one with expert advice and who has been with me through my worst times. "Eat," Percy demands. But

trying to keep the bile from inching

that

to the plate. "I would say to go take a shower, but it seems like a pointless suggestion since I've said it at least six times and received no answer. So instead,

softly, her voice sounding

he is demanding rather than asking." I tell her