Roman Found By The Lycan King chapitre Chapitre 4

ADRIANA’S POV

A small sound escaped from my lips, and I blinked a few times, trying to wake myself up. I felt sore everywhere, my feet were burning, my thighs were on fire too. What happened?

I got up with a start, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I looked around, trying to make sense of where I was. I couldn't remember coming here. My memories slowly started coming back as I looked around the unfamiliar place. It was a room, small from the looks of it, there were strange decorations on the wall, and it had a musty smell. Like it wasnt frequented.

My head hurts as multiple thoughts come to me, all at once.

Ball, my father, dark aura and a large man with a black stare…The lycan king!

I’d been running and I remember falling. What the hell happened? How did I end up here? Could it be that my father or alpha Xander found me? Please let it be a no. I think I would take anyone but them right now.

I was terrified, wondering if Alpha Xander's guards had caught me and brought me to his pack. I looked around the room, taking in the oddities of the space. The walls were a sickly green color, and there were strange symbols etched into the stone. A single window high up on the wall let in a small amount of light, but it was dim and barely illuminated the room. There was a door on the far side of the room, but it was closed and that renewed my fear.

I moved back on what I assumed was a makeshift mattress, it seemed to be made of a few leaves or something I didn't know. I placed my hand on my chest, trying to steady my breathing.

I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, everything in me telling me to get the hell out of there. I swayed on my feet, my vision going blank for a few moments. I was still dizzy, good to note.

I made my way over to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I ignored the pain shooting through every crevice of my body, especially my legs. When I reached the locked door, I lifted my hands up, ready to rap my knuckles on it. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should just stay put and wait for someone to come to me. But I couldn't stand the thought of being there for a moment longer.

The fact that I was detained or anything told me it couldn't be my father’s people or Xander’s that found me. So I had to find a way out and get as far away from here as possible. They would so easily catch up with me and I can't have that.

I took a deep breath and reached for the doorknob, deciding to try that first before alerting whoever it was that brought me here of my consciousness. It turned easily in my hand, and I slowly pushed the door open, peering out into the hallway beyond. It was empty and quiet, with doors lining either side. I stepped out, my bare feet making no noise on the cold stone floor.

I started down the hallway, my senses on high alert as I searched for a way out. As I walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. It was as if the very walls were watching my every move

Just as I was about to make my way over to the door, I began to hear footsteps coming from a hallway down the corridor. It was followed by a heated discussion between two people. I ran back into the room and lay on the bed, my heart pounding and my eyes wide awake with fear.

The loud footsteps continued to approach until they stopped in front of the door. The person hesitated before the door creaked open and a man walked in. His eyes lit upon seeing I was awake.

“Hey,” he greeted, keeping his voice soft. I curled into myself, trying to appear as small as possible. “Are you ok?” He asked, trying to come close but I quickly sat up and backed away, glaring at him. He smelled like a lycan and that wasn’t good. It couldn’t be!

“Who are you? Where am I?” I asked, moving back until my back could touch the wall. My heart continued to race in its frantic rhythm.

“My name is Aiden. I'm a pack warrior. I found you in the woods, where you had fainted. I brought you here to my house and had you treated. How are you feeling, are you-”I cut off his long speech.

“How...how did you find me? And why did you bring me here?” My words are ridden with stutters.

“I was patrolling the woods when I came across you. You were hurt and I thought you needed help,” he replied easily. I nodded, but I didn't fully believe him.

“Where exactly am I? Did he send you to catch me? Please let me go!” I begged, fidgeting as I looked around the room. I spotted my bag lying on one side of the room, beside a stove. I looked back at him before making a move to run but he quickly grabbed me and took me back on the bed.

“Let me go!” I struggled but he keeps on holding me tight until I stop struggling.

He was very huge, standing at 6’7 or so, with a strong and muscular build that exuded confidence. He had the body of a warrior, almost like the men Xander had come with. That didn't make me feel any better. There was a very high chance he either worked for him or was somehow related to the pack. Lycans were not found littering near wolf territories. Or have I gotten far from my father’s pack? That didn't make me as happy as I thought I would be. Only made my nerves skyrocket, because now I had no idea where to go.

The large man bent towards me and I moved further back, there was no more space for me to move too but I kept pushing into the way, like it would open to accommodate my body. He didn't come any closer when he saw what I was doing, but his eyes swept down my body in violating scrutiny.

“I want you to calm down and talk to me. You’re safe here and nobody is after you, I promise.” Despite the dangerous aura he exuded, mostly familiar with warriors, his aura was different from Xander’s, more peaceful I guess.

“Who are you? Which pack do you belong to?” I asked him as my breath came out harshly. Lycans didn't have small packs because of their small numbers. They mostly just follow one leader, which means there is a very high chance he is one of Xander’s warriors.

“I told you, I'm Aiden and I don't belong to a pack as of now. I used to be a warrior but my pack was destroyed. I’ve been renting this property for a while.” He said, his soft gaze all over my face. There was something gentle in his face that urged me to believe him, but I was still cautious.

I nodded and tried to calm my breathing. I slowly let myself move from the wall, stretching my legs out. I peeked at the lone window and saw a bit of light, the sun was slowly dipping into the horizon. The sky was ablaze with fiery orange and pink hues as if the sun was trying to put on one last spectacular show before it said goodbye for the day.

I got up, keeping my eyes on Aiden, as he said his name was. I stood to my full height and headed to the position of the window. I couldn't see much from here, just a dense wall of trees, their branches twisted, stretching out in every direction. We were surrounded by a sea of brown and green. We were somewhere in the middle of the woods but I knew my Pack wasn’t far away from here. And I needed to run.

I couldn’t let my father catch me, never.

Aiden didn’t know who I was. I haven't heard of any lycan packs being destroyed so he couldn't be from here. That renewed my fear as I realized I probably wasn't that far out from my pack, which meant I needed to get away from here.

I rushed to where my backpack lay and grabbed it then I turned to the man who had been silently watching me and told him in clear terms. “Thank you for your help and I'm sorry I have nothing to repay you with but I have to leave right now.” I tried to keep the information I was giving him to a minimum. You know, in case he wasn't telling the truth.

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