Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 12
Zenovia
The dim moonlight filtered in through the window slit, casting a warm glow on the bed. I pulled the sheets closer to me and wrapped myself up in it like a baby.
The sheets were soft, and silky and it felt like I was sleeping on a fluffy cloud.
Wait. I did not have sheets in my wooden cabin, hell; I didn’t even have a bed.
Was I dreaming? I groggily tried to feel the sheets, but they still feel very real to me. Confused, I tried to open my eyes and find it to be a nearly impossible task.
And then my head felt like it weighed a ton and as if my body was just waiting for me to wake up, it reminded me of every single body part and how it hurt.
my
hands.
Even moving myself was an effort, but I somehow pushed the sheets away and held my head in
The pain was too intense, and I winced a little as my body wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and never wake
up.
I heard the sound of footsteps hurrying in and a hand slowly pushed me back onto the bed before I clumsily fell down and smacked my face against the floor.
“You need to rest” A soft female voice reaches my ears. Forcing my eyes open, I saw a blurry outline of a middle-aged
Woman.
“Wh-who are you?”
I asked as she turned to the side and held a glass of water in front of me.
“My name is Maria and I am your caretaker or your nurse, whatever you might deem fit to call me”
I gave her a confused look, and I tried to speak, but my throat was parched, so I shakily took the glass from her hand and took a few sips.

“Wh-where am I?” I managed to ask, and she took the glass away from me and placed it with a soft clink on the bedside table.
“You are at the Skalbeck mansion,” she answered me sweetly but my face drained of all color.
Skalbeck mansion.I was in the Lycan King’s mansion!!
And with that, everything else came flooding back to me again. A sharp jolt of pain shot through my head as I registered the fact that I was at the house of the very person I wanted to run away from.
“I…I have to go.” I said and tried to get up, but Maria shook her head. “You have sustained a lot of injuries and you do not even have a wolf yet. Your healing will take place like a normal human being. So please don’t even think about leaving this place”
She said, not in an unkind voice.
But then another voice reached my ears, “No, she is going to try to do the opposite, so don’t bother.”
I look up to see Callahan standing at the door. He grinned as he leaned on the doorframe and waited for the to retort.
But I was too busy examining him. I had not even fought the rogues yet I was scraped, and injured with injuries ranging from mild to severe, making me look like a battered pig, but he was standing there as if he was not even there at the hospital like a s g machine.
He was wearing a simple blue shirt and black jeans, but he looked too d n perfect. My blood boiled at how effortlessly he was smiling at me after killing a dozen or more rogues.
I felt jealous of his strength and of his aura, but there was something else I felt when my eyes took in his handsome features, his angular cheekbones and the way his eyes t le with amusement.
Maria gave him a polite bow and replied, “She just woke up, your majesty. I was about to come and inform you.”
But he only waved his hands off, his eyes never leaving mine, “I’ve told you a thousand times, not to call me that”
Maria smiles weakly and replies, “I will get her bath ready.”
A bath?
She exited the room, leaving me and him in that large bedroom alone.
I glared back at the man who was yet to enter the room but was simply studying me. He had not said a word to me yet, and did not ask how I was feeling or if I was hurt.
And then I was surprised why I even cared if he asked about my well-being or not.
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Chapter 12
Why did you bring me here?” I asked, recalling the gory light in the hospital or whatever was left of it.
“Where else would you rather be?” He asked me pointedly, and I had no answer to his question.
That does not answer my question.” I snapped, and he took a step in, his hands in his pockets.
I subconsciously slink back a little as he took another step in my direction.
“What makes you think I am answerable to you?” Callahan asked in the same voice. He stopped when he reached the edge of the bed and his knees bumped softly into the bedframe.
The memories of the fight rose up in my mind, vivid and visceral, and a frown appeared on my face.
“The girl how is she?” I ask, recalling the bloodied hand he had pulled out of the debris.
“Oh. Drusilla? Yeah, she is a bit broken but nothing that can’t be fixed,” He answered and kept studying me.
So, he was going to answer me, but only the things he felt were worth answering?
His gaze was unnerving, and I felt trapped in it. My heartbeat quickened, and 1 looked towards the possible exits. There was one behind him-the big door he had walked in through and there were two windows on either side of me.
“Don’t even think about it. The window is at a height of about 7 feet and, given your condition, you would only fracture your bones again”
He supplied as if discussing the weather. “Maria is a skilled nurse, and she is helping the others recover, too. It would do you good if you just let her do her work.”
I did not agree with him, nor did I disagree.