Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

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”

filled with a hint of mockery and despite the pain, I found the urge to get up from my bed

I was too weak

wash over me again, I opened my eyes and pushed myself up on my elbows in a sitting position.

is it so easy to rile you up?” He asked and I tried my

got up from the chair and methodically reached for the jar of water

in the glass as he handed it in front of

the glass and swallowed it.

He cautioned but my throat was burning as

I croaked, and he held the water jar above my glass, but with unsteady hands I reached for the jar and

a disappointed voice and took the jar away from my hands as I wiped my mouth with

helped a little. Though my head was still

“Where am I?”

a hospital. I don’t need to tell you why, right?”

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temples as another wave of pain coursed through my head. Memories came back to me in

somebody holding and twisting my leg, a bit of

and probably passed out due to exhaustion.

in front of me, looking me

have it in me to keep asking why you keep doing stuff I don’t want you to. So, instead, I

being calm and angry, and I

“Shower” I croaked.

He asked with a

at that exact moment,

to chime in. “With him or without him?”

viciously buried the mental image of being with him in the shower. That was a fantasy I could delve into later.

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

food….this girl

up at him warily and hesitated to smile, but seeing him laugh worked

laughed and his eyes crinkled at the sides when his smile

stared at him for a second, stupidly, until he banged a hand on the back of the chair,

was upon me. His face was inches from mine as

any idea how risky

I looked at him in confusion, and he nodded

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almost twelve hours. And you had not eaten anything before you decided to be a masochist and flung yourself in the

I added

placed a

I tried to

I answered, and he stabbed a finger in the air as if he was punching