Chapter Three
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Lia's POV
My eyes popped open, staring blankly at a poorly done ceiling. My entire body was aching, especially my head.
I could sense that I wasn't the only person in the room. I turned to my side, to see a shirtless man lying next to me.
“Ahhh” I screamed in terror, feeling terrified.
“Who are you?” I yelled at him, still not recalling my environment.
He stared at me, without uttering a single word.
I simply looked beneath the dress I had on, to discover that I was in different clothes.
What could this strange man have done to me? The thought of me being defiled terrified me, and my heart sank to my stomach.
“Did Ethan send you?” I asked him, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Get out!” I screamed again, finally gaining a reaction from him.
He clasped his palm against my mouth, coming on top of me.
I kicked my legs trying to be free from his strong hold, but I was too weak for that.
“Shut up, you've said enough” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn't deny the fact that him staring at me this way was sending electric currents through my body. Maybe, if we had met under better circumstances, then I would fall for him.
I was snapped out of my daze, when I heard someone clearing their throat from behind me.
“It's not what it looks like." "She…” the strange man stammered, when a guy with blonde hair walked into the room, and kept staring at him weirdly.
He hissed, before he climbed out of bed, putting on his shirt and walking away.
What a strange person?
“How are you feeling?” The guy with blonde hair walked towards me.
I was so terrified I couldn't even look him in the eyes.
“You don't have to be scared” he caressed my hair.
I feigned a smile, moving backwards. But, I couldn't deny that his touch was comforting. Unlike the other men who have laid their hands on me before. He didn't seem to do it for various reasons.
“My name is Calen, what's yours?” He was calm and gentle.
“I'm Lia” I replied.
“Well Lia, you'll be leaving soon." "You don't have to be scared," he assured me.
“But, what am I doing here? "How did I get here?” I kept questioning him.
“You were attacked by some werewolves. "My Lycan president saved you from them, and brought you here for treatment” he told me.
“This place isn't so appealing“ I blurted out, covering my mouth almost immediately.
“I don't like coming here either. "I'll get them to check up on you, then we can leave”, he told me, and I nodded.
He walked out of the room, and a few seconds later a woman in her early seventies walked into the room. She began to observe my body, as though she was looking for something.
“You'll be fine by tomorrow morning,” she said with a stern expression.
The way she stared at me, like there was something about me that irritated her.
It was as though being close to me pricked her skin.
She walked out of the room hastily, only for Calen to walk back in.
“Why do you look that way?” he asked me.
“She doesn't like me,” I replied.
“That's because you're human. She doesn't like humans. But, it's okay. "We have to go now”, he informed me.
“Where?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“To the packhouse. "Then, by tomorrow, we will take you to wherever you desire,” he responded.
I nodded my head, climbing out of bed. I was given some new clothes to change into, and I was taken back to the packhouse.
I have never seen a place so huge in my entire life. A room alone could be my entire house.
“Are you comfortable?” Calen asked, showing me to the room where I would pass the night.
“This room is so huge!” I exclaimed and he chuckled.
It almost made me not want to go back.
“What happened? "Why did your smile disappear?” Calen asked when he noticed the worried look on my face.
“I'm thinking about my little sister." "I wonder if she's had anything to eat since I left home." I feigned a smile.
“I'm sure she's fine. You'll reunite with her soon. But, I have to leave now” he spoke, before he walked out the door.
There was something I couldn't quite understand.
For so many years, humans and Lycans have been sworn enemies. Then why on earth did the Lycan president save my life?
Something just didn't add up.
I was about to fall asleep when I heard the creaking sound of the door opening. I lifted my head to see Calen with a tray of food.
“I am sure you are hungry, have this” he insisted.
“I am not hungry." "Thank you "I rejected, and he let out a loud sigh.
“Are all humans this stubborn?” he asked me.
“I am not stubborn,” I replied.
“Prove it!” He insisted.
“How?” I frowned.
“By eating this food” he chuckled.
“Very funny”, I laughed sarcastically.
“If I ate your food, would you take me to your president?” I asked him.
“I wish I could, but that is almost impossible,” he replied.
“Was he the one I found on my bed?” I lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes,” he nodded.
“I can't recall his face anymore. Why do you think he has kept me? "From what I know, you despise us humans, so why did he save me?” I asked him.
The longer I stayed in this room, the more curious I became.
“Because he hates werewolves more than humans. "And believe me, we have no interest in keeping you hostage as you think. "He is going to send you back soon,” he responded.
“But, I want to leave now. "Can't you just let me go, and tell him I ran away?” I suggested.
“And have myself beheaded?” he chuckled.
“He is that cruel?” I swallowed hard.
“Yes, which is why you shouldn't be arguing with me right now. Just eat”, he responded, this time in a rather commanding voice.
I had never heard him speak to me in such a tone before. It was scary, and quite strange.
Without uttering another word, Calen left the food on the table and walked out on me.
A sudden rush of adrenaline flowed through my veins. I needed to leave this place as soon as possible.
These people might have saved me, but they have their own evil plans for me as well. They aren't saints.
I heard my stomach grumble. Feeling defeated, I hungrily began to dig my fork into the food, when I heard a loud sound from outside.
I paused, losing my appetite, and had a bitter taste in my mouth almost immediately.
It sounded as though there was a collision, and the sound reoccurred.
I was still trying to figure out what it was when I heard bullets piercing the air.
I screamed in terror, throwing the plate of food onto the floor.
I knew it, these people weren't kind, this was all a plot to kill me.
I dug my fingers in my hair, thinking of an escape plan when the door flung open.
It was him!
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