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."

the state of Hayes, but instead of

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 up and down

is the most normal thing we have done our entire relationship, and it is under the

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,

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

away, realizing how much I have failed my brother and his now deceased

couch as she looks me over for injury,

I exhale, grabbing her

you are getting cut

from my lips.

severely injured and couldn't be moved. That is why he looked catatonic." She

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 of asshole just forgets that

already been taken care of, Alpha. Leandra's body is being cleaned up and prepared for when Hayes is ready to return her to the moon goddess." Percy says as he pauses at the doorway.

the room with a tray. He crosses in front of us, placing

with expert advice and who has been with me through my worst times. "Eat," Percy demands. But the very thought of food makes my stomach churn violently as

bile from inching further up my

thing that

gesture's 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

not hungry," Colette says softly, her voice sounding

sounds more like he is demanding rather than asking." I tell her and she blinks