Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 112

Zenovia

The lights of the arena suddenly flashed before my eyes and all I could feel was dizziness wash over me for a second.

I only faintly remembered Matteo rushing towards me and throwing me over his shoulder before depositing me on a stretcher.

Caroline’s sad and worried face as they took me away was the last thing I recalled before I blanked out.

The sun was shining through the windowpane and I felt the warmth on my skin. The light hurt my eyes, and I slowly turned my face away from the light to shield my eyes.

I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted.

Every single muscle in my body hurt and every single bone felt like it had cracked. My limbs were sore, my joints creaking, and my skin felt hot.

I was sweating as if I had run a marathon. My throat was also parched. I tried to wake myself up, but my eyes did not want to open. They felt like they weighed a ton.

But I forced my eyelids to flutter…to move…to do just about anything. After what felt like a monumental effort, I managed to lift my eyelids…barely.

From the slit of my eyes, I tried to look around. I was not in a familiar place. It was all plain white and dull.

I could vaguely make out the white curtain blowing in the soft breeze and the pale windows. My eyes slowly roamed through the space and then noticed a huge bulky frame sitting in a sharp contrast to the whites around me.

My eyes tried to focus on the figure seated in front of me, and I noticed two yellow balls. No, not yellow…bright golden.

Those were the eyes that would always rob me of my breath. Problem was that they were staring intently at me. Murderously, maybe.

I could not think of anything else and panic made my eyes shut down and my back fall to the bed again.

It did not take much time for me to fall asleep. The little effort had cost

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me a lot of energy. I was not sure when exactly it was that I woke up again.

I twisted and turned in my bed, fisting my hands in the sheets as I felt my head would explode. A searing hot pain tore through my brain, traveling through all the nerves before reaching every single cell in my body.

Fighting the pain was an effort I was not wiling to take. Lying down was easy. Letting my brain drift to oblivion easier.

But just as I thought that, a voice spoke to me.

“I knew you would take the easy way out”

I found the urge to get

too weak to even move.

I opened my eyes and pushed

He asked and I tried my best to ignore

for water and he seemed to have sensed it, for he slowly, purposefully got up from the chair and methodically

sound of water pouring in the

the

He cautioned but my throat was burning as were my

croaked, and he held the water jar above my glass, but with unsteady hands I reached for the jar and put it straight to my lips. After drinking it all, and

not,” He said in a disappointed voice and took the jar away from my hands as I wiped my mouth with the back

little. Though my head was still hurting,

“Where am I?”

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hands on my temples as another wave of pain coursed through my head. Memories

twisting my leg, a bit of blood, the huge light shining in my

trials and probably passed out due

chair beside my bed and sat in front of me, looking me dead in

my permission. And I don’t think I have it in me to keep

calm and angry, and I did not want to push my

“Shower” I croaked.

with a

that exact moment,

“With him or without him?”

and viciously buried the mental image of being with him in

angry, but instead a chuckle escaped his lips. The chuckle turned into full blown laughter

want food….this girl wants to

the chair and raking a hand through his hair. I looked up at him warily and hesitated to smile, but seeing him laugh worked better than

he laughed and his

stared at him for a second, stupidly, until he banged

was upon me. His

any idea how risky it was

in confusion, and he nodded

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almost twelve hours. And you had not eaten anything before you decided to be a

I added meekly.

He yelled, and I placed a hand

and I tried to answer again.