Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Zenovia

A light breeze caressed my cheek, making an idle strand of hair tickle my nose. I was in a deep sleep, but that somehow woke me up as the breeze kept my hair flying in my face.

My eyelids fluttered as I saw dots of yellow and orange flicker around in the air. My eyes swam into focus to realize that it was the sunrays filtering in through the windowpane.

It was nearing sunset, it seemed, as I slowly crouched up when I felt my throat go dry. It was rough as sandpaper and I wanted to drink some water from the bedside pitcher.

But moving was an effort. My bones seemed like they had turned to liquid fire and my muscles.

With trembling hands, I reached for the pitcher and tried to pour myself a bit of water. I clumsily spilled the water on the sheets but managed to get some inside the glass.

After drinking the water a bit, I felt my throat was not completely dry, but I was still thirsty. So I simply took the pitcher and put the tip of it to my mouth, drinking like an animal.

After my thirst was quenched, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked around. I was wearing a long nightgown and was in my bed.

Who put me here? I looked down at my hands and felt my skin, but there were no visible wounds or injuries. But my body felt extremely sore.

-I kept trying to move as I slowly pulled the sheets away and moved my legs to place them down on the floor.

In that effort, I clumsily dropped the glass on the floor that crashed into pieces the moment it touched the floor.

Wincing, I pushed my feet inside the slippers and the doors opened, revealing Maria’s kind face.

“Oh, you are up? That is great to know. I just have the right thing for you.”

She said as I tried to take a step forward in her direction, but stumbled and grabbed the bedpost for support.

Maria clicked her tongue reproachfully, “Tsk tsk. You are not supposed to start running around the moment you wake up.”

She said as my knees buckled and I plopped on the bed again.

“This is a special medicine that I often prepare after werewolf fights or pack wars. It should help you recover quickly.”

Maria said, holding a tall glass in front of me. It was filled with some greenish brown liquid and smelled of strong herbs.

I wrinkled my nose, but she insisted that I should drink it. “Where is Cal-, I mean the Lycan King?”

I asked, while reluctantly taking the glass from her.

“He is busy, and he specifically asked me to look after you.”

“You mean he asked you to keep me away from him.” I deadpanned.

I was busy trying to keep the servants inside the quarters. But since early morning, everybody is busy restoring the outdoors, and I was tasked to look after

a sip and looked at her eagerly. “But did you see

my voice and I saw

bad shape. The curse…I guess it is slowly

made a grim face. She caught my lie easily

many times and…and it is not safe

the side table and

bet he told you to tell me

he was trying to avoid me. Even yesterday, he kept pushing me

going to let that happen.

in one go and placed it back on the side table with a

werewolf, Maria. So it would be better if

“A werewolf under control is a beast, but a Lycan that

Callahan had been there for me when nobody was. I was not an ungrateful person to turn my back on him if I could do anything

my way outside the room. I did not have to wonder where he could

expected someone to be outside it and standing guard, but there was nobody.

I thought and

you think you are doing?” I shouted. But

not working, where

more thing that would make him slog and sweat until he passed out.

the stairs and headed towards the huge gym where he had trained me until I would

I slowly stepped inside, roaming my eyes all over the huge space. And there he was, at the

stare at his muscles as he lifted the weights effortlessly, repeating one set after another

muscle and he was overexerting himself, almost as if he had a death wish. walked in and slowly approached him as he grunted and added

any indication that he had noticed my prese. And he

thought that

you doing here?” He asked without looking at me and I answered, “I came to talk

on the floor and went towards another

only focused on the way he was straining himself, more

of him, looking at

was in no mood to listen to

you are hurting me, so

At that, he looked at me,

eyes turned their attention on me and I recalled the way they had shone a rich

the gaze he threw at me

go of the bars and walked towards me as I subconsciously took a step back.

gym, but also the mansion and my life. You can go

way his breathing was ragged and see the way his

“But you-”

his hand on

sake, Zenovia. Why can’t you listen to me when I tell you

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