Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60

“How are you feeling?” Hayes asks, sitting next to me as I lay on my stomach for yet another damn day waiting for the green light to move. If it weren’t for my inability to sit upright, I would have been gone the same damn day, back to our pack where we are safe, where Colette is safe.

“Like a dragon tried to burn a hole through my body.” I grumble, my mood more sour by the minute.

“Considering that’s exactly what happened, I’d say you are fairing pretty well.” He says with a smile, though I can see the way it doesn’t reach his eyes. He looks tired as he plops into the chair opposite of my bedside. “Where did Colette go?”

“With Penny to change and shower, then grab some food.” I tell him and he nods before a yawn breaks free. I watch my brother as he fights to keep his eyes open, no doubt running ragged because of my injury and his mate he has still told me nothing about. “How is she?” I ask.

“Colette?” he asks, snapping his eyes open. “Uh, she seems stressed, but she is managing well enough.”

“No. I mean Leandra.” I say with a point stare. He drags his hand down his face, leaning forward, his elbows landing on his knees as he exhales.

“That would be easier to discern if the woman would talk to me. Instead, she refuses to say a damn thing,” he groans. “It’s like she just shuts down when I am around. She has spoken with Penny and Brent. But me? Nothing.”

“Maybe you make her nervous?” I offer and he scoffs..

“Why the hell would I make her nervous? We are mates, we are supposed to calm each other.” he stands angrily. He paces away from me before he quickly spins, his hand on his hip as if he is thinking.

“Have you discussed the mate bond? Accepted each other verbally yet?” I ask him, and he scoffs.

“She is a traitor to her kind. Why the hell would I accept her?” He asks, like it’s a simple assessment.

“Hayes.” I say, and he shakes his head, scowling at me.

“No, no. I already know what you are going to say. Trust me, I have thought of every scenario. I know what I have to do next. It’s just that…I don’t know that I can do it yet,” he blabbers on, rattling nonsense as if I have the strength to follow his ramblings. I try to get his attention, but he is so far lost in his own thoughts.

“Hayes!” I yell and he freezes, blinking at me like he can’t fathom why on earth I am yelling at him. “What the hell are you on about?”

“Rejecting her, obviously.” He says it likes it’s so simple and I chuckle dryly. The idiot thinks this is the only option? “Why do you think you have to reject her?” I ask him, arching a brow as I try to move. My back burns and I hiss, pushing myself up despite the pain. Hayes rushes over to me, but I shove him off. “Answer me.” I demand.

“She is one of them.” He replies, the answer tearing him up inside.

“Is Percy one of them?” I ask him, my hands gripping the side of the bed for dear life. His brows furrow, and he shakes his head.

“Of course not. He is our gamma.” He says.

“And what makes him different from her?” I ask. “Is it because we don’t know her? She could very well have been kidnapped, coerced, or even brainwashed.”

“Percy was trusted before this all took place and he fought them off. She is a Lycan. She should have been living in our pack and yet, no one knows her. Where did she come from? How did she wind up with this group?” He asks. “It comes down to previously established trust. And I have none with her.”

“Have you asked her any of these questions?” I ask him and he frowns, looking away from me. “I will take that as a ‘no‘ then. How about tell me what you have asked her?”

“What does it matter?” He exhales. “Clearly I have to reject her, but I can’t do that if she doesn’t even acknowledge I’m even

there with her

“Why would you reject her? Because she had the redeyes?” I ask him and he throws his hands up like it’s obvious.

“She is the enemy,” he huffs.

“What are you doing? You should be in bed still.” She hisses, looking up at me as I grin down into her perfectly pinked, angry

face.

“I was just about to go visit Percy” I grin at her. She slides her eyes to Hayes and then clears her throat, looking away. Her lack of response to my answer has my skin crawling, waiting for the bad news. “What happened?” I ask.

“Percy..he isn’t really himself right now..” she whispers, and I furrow my brow.

“What the hell does that mean?” I ask her and she bites her lip, looking into my eyes, her own filled with tears she is trying to keep at bay.

“He feels guilty. He won’t speak to anyone. Not even Penny.” She says, sadness in her eyes.

I look at Hayes, who seems to have the same thought I do.

“He was talking with Penny the other day?” I ask her and she nods.

“Yeah, he seemed like he was doing so much better, and then suddenly he stopped talking to everyone and started refusing food.” She says, looking between Hayes and me like she is trying to figure out what is going on.

Both Leandra and Percy are no longer speaking. I don’t know if Leandra is eating or not, but the fact that neither is choosing to speak makes me think we have two options for what species is helping the red–eyed wolves.

Many species have the ability to control or possess others, but only two species leave their puppet a shell of a person until the one in control is close enough again to either release them or reuse them. Witches and Fae. But not just any witch or fac. Those of higher status. Considering both Elm and Brent are here, on our side, that means one of their species is being used against us.

Now the question is which species, and who?

“I need to see Caspian. Now.” I tell Hayes. “And bring Brent and Elm as well. I think we may finally have a direction to work in.”