The Lycan King’s heart

Episode 4

~ Hazel's pov ~

The ray of the sunlight crept in through the window, dancing across my face and coaxing me awake. I stirred, my eyes fluttering open to greet the warm light.

The room was bathed in a soft golden glow and for a moment, I forgot where I was. I saw a shadow dance passed the rays of the sun, drawing my attention to it. I squinted to get a clearer view of the person.

She was pulling the curtains apart. When she was done, she returned to my bed and curtsied. “Good morning miss,” she greeted.

“Where am…?” I paused, memories began to resurface, reminding of me of the death trap I was in. A death bed wasn't supposed to feel this cozy and comforting.

I stared at the lady.

The sunlight highlighted the lines on her face and made her golden hair which was neatly pinned in a bun, glow. She was dressed in a tinted black and grey gown which flowed down to her knees. Something else caught my eyes.

The accessory on her breast Pocket. It bore the sigil of the Lycans. “Who are you?” I rephrased my question, gently taking my legs out of the duvet. I drifted off to sleep unawares after countless hours of pacing about the room.

I got tired. No one was sent down to my room all the time I was awake. I expected food atleast, but nothing came. In tears and pain, I tucked myself in and drifted away.

“I am Emma, assigned to your care,” she answered.

“My care?” I muttered. Wasn't I supposed to be undergoing some prepping for my death? I got out of bed but fell back. My legs were sore. I checked them out and found out they were red. Must be from the running.

Emma hurried to me and tried to take my legs but I slipped them out of her hands. That was a treatment given to the royals. As long as I was in the Lycans home, I knew I stood no chance.

“The Lycan king sent you?” I questioned. Her eyes traveled to the ground and she gave no response. I sighed, taking my legs back into the duvet. My stomach was rubbling. I needed to eat something. How I was going to ask her was the problem.

“Your breakfast is ready, my lady,” she said.

“Aurora. My name's Aurora,” I corrected her with a lie.

“There's no need to lie to Emma, Hazel,” a familiar masculine voice chirped in. Emma stepped out of the way and I was able to see him standing at the door. My heart took that deep dive once again. I swallowed in fear, clenching my fist as he made his way into the room.

“Emma is a trusted servant of the castle,” he said. There was a gentle smile on his face as he turned to Emma. “Help her to the dinning hall,” he added and walked out.

Even if I didn't want to follow Emma, my stomach said otherwise. I had to eat something. If not for my sake, then for the sake of my child who I still believed was very much alive. Emma led me out of the room.

We walked down the hallway and I admired the paintings on the walls. They were painted in a manner that looked like they were passing out some kind of information. I ran my hands down the paintings till I got to the only different paint.

It was a painting in black, unlike the rest. I was lost in its uniqueness until Emma's voice pulled me back to reality.

“You're gonna be late, my lady,” she said.

“It's auro..Hazel,” I corrected. We finally got to the dinning hall and I almost lost my feet at the door. He was sitting right beside the only open chair which had food placed before it. Slowly and carefully, I made my way to the table.

Matt was seated opposite my chair. It was just the three of us. I hated that I had to eat on the same table with the Lycans. But was I going to let the open enmity between us starve me to death?

I grasped my cutlery and began chunking down the food. It was meat with some veggies in one plate. Then pancakes and a bottle of syrup in another. I finished with the first and pushed the second to my spot, but I got a resistance.

It is was Matt, holding back the plate. I applied a little pressure, but his grip was strong.

“You don't eat in such manner with Lycans,”

“Let her be, Matt,” my savior said. I saw the hesitation in Matt's eyes before he let go of the plate. I muttered ‘thank you,” but I made sure it was below a whisper so he wouldn't hear it.

“You're welcome,” I heard him say. His response made me choke. I reached for the glass of water and he helped me pour it into a glass. “You shouldn't have much. It's not just water,” he said as he passed it to me.

Our fingers grazed upon receiving the glass from his hand. There was this little spark which made me look away immediately. I gulped the water down and returned to my food. Matts cutlery clattered on the plate and he noisily pushed his chair out.

“Excuse me brother. I need some space,” he said. I ignored his attitude, munching down my food. By the time I looked up, Matt was gone.

‘Brother…that explains it’ I thought.

“Ignore Matt. He's always that way towards strangers,” he said. I cleaned my mouth with the napkin and rested my back on the chair. My stomach was full and my energy was back.

“Stranger?” I muttered.

“Not to me. And definitely not to him. It's just a matter of time before he realizes that you're the late alpha's daughter,” he said. I was staring while he spoke. But the moment he took his fork in his mouth and turned to me, I looked away.

I scoffed, because that was all I could do. I didn't know his name. He didn't give me an opportunity get a better view of his face. Or maybe i was the one avoiding his eyes. I wanted to see what they looked like.

If they were just as red as the eyes of death who was standing behind Willow while she strangled me. Could he have been the one who saved me?

I pushed my plates aside and Emma came up and began packing them out.

“Handing your title to your mate. You must have loved…” I pushed the chair out and stormed out of the dinning hall, interrupting him. I made my way to the balcony which was behind my chair. The pack looked beautiful from that view.

The people were smaller in size, the animals, the trees, the crops. They were micro. That was when I realized how tall the building was. He joined me shortly after, lurking behind.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized.

That was the least move I expected. “An apology for saying something offensive to your prisoner,” I responded, trying to hide my shock.

“I wouldn't have said it if I knew you'll get offended,” he responded.

Emma returned to the hall and headed to the balcony. She greeted him and turned to me.

“There's a man here to see you,” she curtsied.

“Me?” I asked, confusion and fear riling up in my blood. “Who else knows I am here?” I asked him.

“Nobody. Just Matt and I,” he answered. “Let him in,” he ordered Emma. She left and returned with a man. Gray hairs on his head and his face. His wrinkles were obvious even before he got to where we were standing.

“Elder Saint,” he said, moving to the man. The man's gaze was fixed on me instead. I saw what looked like shock in his eyes. He tried to take a step forward but was obstructed by my saviour. “What is it you want?” My saviour asked.

“We heard you have a werewolf in your castle, king Oscar,” the man said.

Oscar…I noted his name immediately. I was standing by the rail, grasping onto it while I watched.

“Wherever or whomever you heard it from was mistaken. Leave,” Oscar ordered.

There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, the elder pushed Oscar aside and made his way to me. He grabbed my neck, putting his weight on me. He punched my stomach, trying to throw me off.

Oscar pulled him from behind and threw him off the building. I moved to the side, wheezing for breathe while massaging my throat.

“Hazel,” Oscar called. “You're bleeding?” He took my attention to the blood streaming down my legs.

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