Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 99

“Are you alright?” Caspian asks gently, lumbering along exhausted. “Do you need me to take her?”

My muscles tense at the thought of her leaving my arms to I clench my jaw and hold her closer.

“I am fine.” I tell him, ignoring the way my body screams for a break, my muscles are sore and tight, my skin stinging with every missed step or root that feels like it’s trying to drag me down.

“You should let Calvin look at your wounds,” Melody says in a motherly voice. I slide my eyes to the dragon healer, who pants as he tries to keep up.

“I said I am fine.” I say again, my voice laced with pain as I try to focus on the task before me.

“Alpha–”

“Mel, let him be,” Caspian says weakly. “Merikh is capable of deciding what he does.”

“Not if he is going to pass out and drop my daughter.” She snaps.

“Why did you let her use that much power in the first place?” I say, shooting her a glare.

“What? How was I supposed to know she could even do that?” She gawks at me, and I chuckle dryly.

“Enough!” Caspian yells. “That is enough.”

I press my mouth shut, biting back my growing anger. I know we are all on edge. With every one of us not just a little injured but all sustaining some serious injuries, it makes sense that tensions would run high. Caspian looks worse for the wear, his body badly needing to rejuvenate itself in its natural life source.

Melody is full or fear, panic and looks like absolute shit. The only reason she is still moving is her maternal instincts driving her to get Colette to safety as quickly as possible. And as for the dragon lingering on behind us…well him, I don’t know about.

Melody seems to trust him and Caspian hasn’t spoken against him coming along with us. But dragons just tried to kill us. Dragons kidnapped my mate and are the enemy for now.

“I need to rest.” He says, dropping to the ground next to a tree. “How long have we been on the move?”

I look up at the sky, the sun long gone as the moon shines brightly from behind cloud cover. It has spent many hours walking, exactly how many, I am not sure, but we have covered a fair amount of ground.

“Enough to afford us a break,” I say, pressing my pained back to a smooth barked tree as I lower myself to the ground, sliding down it with Colette in my arms.

I groan out in pain, releasing a sigh of relief once I hit the ground and allow my body to relax. Colette is still out cold, her body chilled to the touch as I adjust her to lie between my legs, her back pressing to my chest.

“May I look her over?” the healer says, and I scowl at him as I give a gentle nod.

He hums as he moves up next to me, touching her head, and looking over her injuries before he produces a small item from his bag and holds it under her nose. Nothing happens, not even a flinch and I see him frown. Then he presses his hands to her neck and slides his fingers down her arm to her wrist.

“Is she okay, Calvin?” Melody asks. He sighs heavily before sitting back on his feet.

“She is alive and seemingly uninjured. She just has no energy, like she worked herself so ragged she needs to rest for days.”

“Unless we get her to the ocean?” I ask, meeting his eyes where he seems to weigh my question.

“She is a hybrid, so it is hard to say what will or will not work. But I believe you are on to something with that thought process, Alpha.”

The longer I look at him, the more I get the feeling he is familiar. Someone I may know from another life, or another time, before I became who I am today, but I struggle to place it. My brows pull together in deep thought and he clears his throat, moving away from me.

“Wait,” I say, and he freezes, his eyes skirting around anxiously as I press forward, pulling my back from the tree. “Could you look at my back?”

Calvin’s brows pop up in surprise, but he hobbles over. Leaning over my back with a low whistle before he mumbles and hums a tune to himself. I can feel the touch of his hands, my teeth grinding together as I grunt and try to not cry out. He tuts behind me before releasing a heavy sigh and walking away, speaking to himself.

I watch in shock as he disappears into the darkness of the trees, glancing between Melody and Caspian, who have yet to fully know what to do with one another after all this time.

“No one is concerned about him just walking off?” I ask. “How do we know we can trust him?”

“Calvin lost everything to save Colette.” Melody says, looking at Caspian.

“What?” Caspian asks. “How?”