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”

of mockery and despite the pain, I found the urge to get

too weak

my eyes and pushed myself up on my elbows in a sitting position.

to rile you up?” He asked and I tried my best to ignore him. My mouth suddenly felt

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

heard the slow sound of water pouring in the glass as he handed it in front of

I grabbed the glass and swallowed

my throat

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 almost spilling

and took the jar away from my hands as I wiped

my head was still hurting, I could look around with

“Where am I?”

replied, “At a hospital. I don’t need

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coursed through my head. Memories

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

the trials and probably passed out due

my bed and sat in

on without my permission. And I don’t think I have it in me to keep asking why you keep doing stuff I don’t want you to. So, instead, I will ask, what do you

bordering somewhere on being calm and angry,

“Shower” I croaked.

with a baffled

that exact moment, my stomach rumbled

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

him in the shower. That was a fantasy I could delve into later.

a chuckle escaped his lips. The chuckle turned into

want food….this girl wants to shower…”

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

and his eyes crinkled at the sides when

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

he turned around and was upon me.

how risky it was

I looked at him in confusion, and he nodded his

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you had not eaten anything before you decided to be a masochist and

I added meekly.

He yelled, and I placed a

He said, and I

had breakfast. Eggs and bread,” I answered, and he stabbed a finger