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.

were sore.

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.

Maria pursed her lips and replied, “I…I don’t know what exactly happened yesterday as I was busy

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morning, everybody is busy restoring the outdoors, and I was

at her eagerly. “But did you see him? Is he okay?

voice and

shape. The curse…I guess it is slowly taking hold of him, right?”

a grim face. She caught my lie

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

placed the glass on the side table and looked at her pointedly.

told you to tell me that as well.”

avoid me. Even yesterday, he kept pushing me away and

going to let that happen.

I lifted the glass, swallowed the contents in one go and placed it back on the side table with a thud.

Maria. So it would be better if

repeated, “A werewolf under control is a beast, but a Lycan that has lost his control is truly a

been there for me when nobody was. I was not an ungrateful person

I did not have to

it and standing guard, but

thought and stormed inside the

do you think you are doing?” I shouted.

was not working, where else

thing that would make

out.

headed towards the huge gym where

over the huge space. And there he was,

at his muscles as he lifted the weights effortlessly, repeating one set after another without

I took a moment to admire his physique. He was built of pure muscle and he was overexerting himself, almost

in and slowly approached him

weight to the

give any indication that he had noticed my prese. And he looked very

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even.

that it made him

me and I answered, “I came to talk to

floor and went towards another

was only focused on the way he was straining himself, more than he should have.

went to stand in front of him, looking at him through the gaps

yourself,” I said, but he was in no mood to listen to me.

now, you are hurting me, so

that,

me and I recalled the way they had shone a

he threw at

of the bars and walked towards me

suggest you not just leave the gym, but also the mansion and my

his breathing

“But you-”

began, but he slammed his hand on the wall,

to me when I tell you to

shut my eyes, fearing that he was going to attack me, but his hand ended on the wall beside me.

your lowest yesterday. And I

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