Chapter 15

Zezi woke up to the smell of drugs and the sharp smell of antiseptics. She found herself on a bed that wasn't all too familiar and within four walls that she didn't know.

Her sight was a little blurry, while she tried hard to take in everything she could see. There was a man by the window. She couldn't see him clearly, he had his back turned to her and the light from the window made it hard to be accurate. Joy spurred through her heart when the image came close to the one she had in her mind. A kind of fire laced her skin.

Was all that happened to her a dream, a nightmare she had finally been able to get away from? Had she been knocked out during training, and now waking up in the hospital of her pack?

She looked up at the person by the window side again. The fire that crossed through her fire, igniting the longer she stared at him.

Strange.

She did love George but never had her body reacted towards him.

This was absolutely new feeling, she loved it.

"George..." She croacked out faintly and the man turned around but he didn't move closer towards her.

It annoyed her.

Why was he keeping his distance.

That was very unlike George.

She raised her hand up to touch him but he was too far by the window side.

"George...?"

But the response she was getting from this person made her started rethinking everything.

Maybe this wasn't George. But then, if this wasn't George, then who could it possibly be?

Shs heard the door flung open, then a voice.

"Your Majesty, she is awake!"

"I can see that."

That voice.

Not the first one.

The second.

That voice.

She knew that voice. It came back to her then, everything. So it wasn't a dream after all, it had all been real.

She coughed lightly and the doctor handed her a glass of water.

She closed her eyes, gulping down the water to quenched a thirst she was only now realizing that she had.

When she opened her eyes, she could see better this time. Her sight was still a little blurry though.

"How long?"

"Just four hours." The doctor said passively. "Gwen will be here soon to get you your food."

They heard the door creak open and they both turned to the door.

"You are leaving so soon, your Majesty. Won't you like to stay a little longer with your mate?"

His mate.

Those words seeped through Zezi's ears, she dropped the empty cup on her bed frantically, and her hand immediately went up her neck. She signed in relief when she felt the tender mark on her skin still there, a smile streched out on her lips.

"I have other things to attend to." An angry voice cut her out of her thoughts. Before she could look at the door he was gone and for reasons that she couldn't understand, a sort of sadness tugged at her heart.

Now what exactly was going on with her. She couldn't be feeling pity for this Monster now, could she?

Zezi hated being in the hospital. It had this smell that reminded her of too many things that she wanted to forget.

She unlocked her doors and pushed it open with a smile. She didn't know what they had done to her in the hospital but what was important was that they hadn't taken George's mark away from her. Now all she had to do was go in and continue her plan on escaping from this hell hole.

Her smile disappeared soon though for next to her bed, with her escape plan in his hand was the King, and he didn't look pleased.

"You are quite the artist." He commented.

Zezi staggered back, she didn't want this. Her brain took in the important fact that they were alone and her heart thundered in her chest.

"But your plan lacks fundamental details. You will never make it out of here with this." He placed the book gently on her bed. Then turned back to her. He fiddled with his robe as if to adjust it or smoothen it out, which was unnecessary because it was already perfect.

With each step he took, she took two steps back but this time he didn't stop, he instead came closer and closer. Her brain was thinking fast, her heart was pondering in her ears, her body heating up, that annoying but now familiar fire crossing through her veins again.

Between this fear and this bond, one would surely overcome her eventually but she didn't want to find out which one it would be.

Her back came in contact with the door soon. She fiddled with the keys she still had in her hand, trying to reach the lock without taking her eyes off the enemy. She finally did, the key slid into the lock but before she could turn it, his cold hands were already on her, pulling the key away from her grip.

Her heart raced, the closeness was over powering. One that wrestled with the fear and made her weak. The images of what the vampires did to her family flashed before her eyes, so did the fearful images of him in the hallway and in the car. Her breath caught in her throat and she tried hard to sink deeper into herself. She wished the door could just swallow her and spit her out on the other side.

She heard a low growl rumble through his chest then and her eyes flew up to look at him. Once again, she was trapped. She could feel it, the fire crossing through her veins, the heat radiating between them and his hand on hers was no longer cold. It felt warm with life.

Her eyes took in the fine features of his face and she suddenly felt like touching him. She wanted to feel his skin beneath her palm, wanted to run her hands through his night black hair.

She imagined how it would feel if she grabbed it in her fist and pulled it to the point that was next to pain.

Imagined how that might make him feel.

He was close, too close. His scent filling her nostrils despite her intial motive to resist, wrestling with her senses for domination.

Too much.

It was taking over her brain.