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.

her lips and replied, “I…I don’t know what exactly happened yesterday as I was busy trying to keep the servants inside the quarters. But since early

eagerly. “But did you see

my voice and I saw the way

it is slowly taking hold of him,

face. She caught

injured yourself way too many times and…and it is not safe for you with the Rogue King running behind you. Maybe you should just leave the castle and start

placed the glass on the side table and looked at

he told you to tell me

with the way he was trying to avoid me. Even yesterday, he kept pushing me away and

was not going to let that happen.

one go and placed it back on the side

be

and repeated, “A werewolf under control is a beast, but a Lycan

me when nobody was. I was not an ungrateful person to

I did not have

outside it and standing guard, but there was

and

are doing?” I shouted. But there was nobody to answer.

empty. If he was not working, where else could he be?

I recalled one more thing that would make him slog and sweat until

where he had trained me

was open, and I slowly stepped inside, roaming my eyes all over the huge space. And there he was, at the far end of the gym,

muscles as he lifted the weights effortlessly, repeating one set

his physique. He was built of pure 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 more weight to the rod.

give any indication that he had noticed my

thought that it

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

placed the weights on the floor and went towards another machine and began

a curt voice, but I was only focused on the way he was

in front of him, looking at him through the gaps in the huge

I said, but he was in no mood to listen to

are hurting me, so

I said, jutting my chin up. At that, he

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

now, the gaze he threw at me was raunchy and

towards me as I subconsciously took

suggest you not just leave the gym, but also the mansion and my life. You can

could hear the way his breathing was ragged and

“But you-”

slammed his

Why can’t you listen to me when

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