Mated To The Lycan King

Chapter 63
Hours went by with only two updates from the team of surgeons working on Everest. He seemed to be doing well even with
everything going on. I went down to visit Candace and Jeremy and she was doing pretty good, just some discomfort. Everyone
was with their mates as I stood to look out the window of his room. About twenty minutes later, there was a knock on the door
and I turned around to see them . wheeling Everest in, in his bed.
I felt my heart jump into my throat and I smiled at the sight of him. It was such a relief and i hurried to his side and sat down next
to him. I looked up at the doctor, who had a smile on his face.
“Good news?” I asked him.
“Absolutely, he did very well while under the knife. Everything should heal properly and he should be good to go within the
week.” The doctor looked down at the chart and back up to me.
I felt tears begin to sting my eyes, not because I was sad, but because I was so unbelievably happy.” That’s fantastic news. Will
he require any therapy?” I looked back down at him and was worried about how badly bruised and beaten down he was.
He made a face as if he was trying to make a decision. “Honestly, it just depends on how well he heals and how his nerves are
functioning when he wakes up. I don’t think so, but I can not rule it out completely. When he is released, he will be on light duty. It
is very important that he does not shift for two more weeks.” He looked at me over his glasses. “Two full weeks. Not any sooner.
If he does shift it could cause more damage and he could lose all function in this arm of his.” He looked over at me for a moment
before looking back down at the folder that had Everest’s chart. He was looking over it to see if any more information needed to
be said as he made an annoying clicking sound with his tongue.
I nodded my head as i listened to the clicking sound. “Got it. He won’t be too happy with that, but I am sure he would be even
more unhappy with the effects of shifting too soon. Thank you for everything you and your team have done. Well, you are all still
currently doing to help our members.” He smiled, bowed his head, and then excused himself from the room once satisfied that all
the information was given to me. I looked over at Everest and listened to his breathing and smiled at myself, watching him
closely. It was comforting to know that he would be just fine. In just a few short weeks and he will be back to his old self again. I
couldn’t wait to shift and go on a run with him, once he was able to, of course.
Ilaid my head down on the side of his bed, his hand still in mine. My fingers wrapped around his tightly, afraid if I let him gol
would never be able to hold his hand again or he would be gone. Just slipped away and out of my grasp. I could feel his blood
flowing through him. His hand was warm in my own. The soft pattering sound of his heartbeat was the calm to my forever

brooding storm. I tapped into his mind to see if I could hear him and there was nothing. Just a peaceful humming of pure bliss. I
soon fell fast asleep listening to his breathing and his heart beating. It was wonderful music to my ears. It was just the music
needed to send me into a deep and unbothered slumber.
Tawoke the next day to a puddle of apparently my own drool.
Gross, I thought. My hand was no longer clinging to his and I wiped my mouth. Cleaning it from all of the drool i left behind. I
heard a soft chuckle next to me.
“Good morning, my love. I am sorry I did not wake you. You just looked so peaceful in your sleep.” / heard his voice. “Although,
now there is a small drool puddle on my bed. I may need a nurse to change my sheets.” He laughed.
My eyes shot up to him and a huge smile was now on my face. “Oh, Everest. You’re awake!” I said happily to him.
“I am. So are you!” He joked with me. He was himself, thankfully. I had been worried that he would be groggy and grumpy but he
was in wonderful spirits.
Trubbed my eyes and looked over at the clock. “s**t!” I said, out loud, causing a small laugh to escape from Everest. It was
nearly noon. I had slept most of the day. It seemed as if everyone here just let me sleep and did their work around me. If Everest
had any say in the matter, and I would be willing to bet that he did, he probably ordered them to work around me. It made me
want to roll my eyes at that. How could they work properly if my fat head along with a lake of drool was all in the way? I guess
they somehow managed it though?
“How are you just going to let me sleep like that?” I frowned but couldn’t hold it and smiled “Thank you, I was very tired.”
“Avalynn, when exactly was the last time you slept?”I watched his brow arch as he questioned me. Whoops.

I thought back and realized that I was not sure. I haven’t slept, actually fully slept, in a while. “Exactly. I let you sleep. Besides, I
remember some bright light coming from your body. That had to take a lot out of you. Using all of that energy at one time. What
happened? Where did it come from? Well, other than from your body.” His head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes roamed over
my body as if looking for their own answers. I knew he had re-worded that so I couldn’t be sarcastic, drats!
“1, well, I have no clue, honestly, I just lost it. It consumed me and I allowed whatever that was to just take over and do what it
needed to do, I guess. Does that make sense? Whatever it was seemed to work in our favor.” I was stumbling with my words
trying to explain it to him.
“I guess so. What else happened?” He asked.
I sat by his side as lunch was brought into his room for both of us. We ate and talked about everything that had happened while
he was out of it. I explained to him how he almost died from Dexters beating. I shuddered at the thought of losing my mate. I
explained to him how he may or may not need therapy. It all depended on how well he was healing and what functions he did not
need to relearn.
He took all the news I gave him pretty well.
“Wait.” He began. “Where the f**k is Dexter? Did you murder him?” He had a weird look on his face.
“No, I did not. He is, well was, being transported back home with King Brent and Miranda. He will face trial. But Miranda and I are
going to have a little bit of fun before his trial. He deserves to suffer, in my opinion. I thought that killing him on sight would have
been in light of a sentence. He will answer for all of his crimes against our Kingdom. He will answer for all crimes against Brent
and Mirandas kingdom as well.”

I watched his face as he was taking in that information. He seemed bothered at first that he was not dead, but as I explained it to
him, he understood where I was coming from. He, in the end, agreed with the way things were being done. This is not the human
world and we do not do things as humans would. Honestly, their justice system is screwed up. Letting people roam free that have
hurt, abused, or murdered others. In our world, we take things to a personal level and have an eye for an eye kind of deal.
I stood and took our trash to the trash can as a knock came on the door. Jeremy walked in with Candace and I smiled at her. She
seemed to be nervous but bowed her head, baring her neck as a sign of respect. Jeremy threw a nod in my direction and smiled
as he looked at his cousin. I excused myself and left the room, leaving them both to catch up. I had phone calls to make and
plans to set up upon our return home,
Alaw days later.
We were finally almost home. I had planned a big welcome home party for Everest. Everyone missed their brave Kinz dearly and
I knew he would be down for a nice big get together. When we arrived, his
mother, April, rushed out to us and wrapped us both in the warmest of hugs. I stepped away, giving her access to her son. She
had been worried sick and texted me continuously for updates on him. Our bags were brought inside and I helped Everest inside
the door. When we walked in the room was filled with
friends and family members. He smiled brightly and looked over at me surprised.
“Welcome home King Everest!” everyone shouted together. “Thank you.” He told everyone.
“I planned a gathering of friends and family for a nice big dinner together. I hope you don’t mind. I want us to all be reunited and
happy.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my mouth, as I was telling him why everyone was here waiting for us. I was
worried that it may have overwhelmed him. I guess not.
“It’s perfect. Thank you.” He smiled. “Avalynn! Everest!” I heard the familiar shout from Trevor.
He ran over to us, hugging me. I returned the hug and looked around the room we were in. “This place is intact. Good work!” I
told him and he nodded his head.
“I think so. No one was getting through these lines here!” He said proudly, causing Everest to chuckle.
“Any reports?” Everest asked him.

“No sir, nothing to report other than boringness throughout on nontraining days.” He told Everest and smiled like he had a secret
he was holding back from telling us. He never let on though and kept it a mystery as he became distracted by a group of his
friends. I nodded for him to go join them.
We made our rounds and spoke to Amber and Jameson, Ted, Josh and Claire, Jeremy and Candace, and finally, Brent and
Miranda at dinner. We discussed a trial date and what would be done to Dexter. We all agreed that he should no longer be
allowed to roam the world freely, but should we be the ones to end his life or make him work and repay his debt?
I didn’t think he should be alive, honestly. I knew Miranda agreed as I tapped into her mind. The only person who struggled with
the death sentence was Brent. Rightfully so, as that was his only brother. I wasn’t even sure if their mother was still alive. I never
asked. I sat and tried to remember but was unsure.
“Look, Brent.” I began and Miranda cleared her throat and I glanced over to her.
“Please allow me to speak to him about this. He is struggling with this. It is very difficult for him to carry out a sentence of death
on his brother.”
I took a deep breath and let it out in the form of a heavy sigh. “Look, I realize that this is not easy for you to do. Take all the time
you need, please. I am in no rush or hurry to carry out a trial or sentence on him.” I shot a glance at Miranda and she gave me a
small nod of approval.
These next few weeks could set the tone between the two kingdoms if Brent refuses to allow us to carry out a proper sentence. I
guess this just means that I had better begin the torturing tomorrow, after training and my morning meetings.