CHAPTER 23
ZENEVIEVA.
I knew how Tyson hated me that much but I never knew it had heights. I never knew he could turn into a demon in a blink of an eyes.
My whole body hurts, it was on fire.
I couldn't believe he would ask me to strip naked on front of him.
I had remained mute and didn't do anything, there's no way I will do that…never!!
Tyson had other plans. He threw me to the bed and tied my hands and ripping my precious dress.
I wept helplessly in tears and my heart cracked in pain, when I saw him break my royal plaque.
It's wasn't even up to a day and he destroyed my only symbol of authority.
I couldn't feel my skin, As hot lashes kept landing on my body and I just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
I want to yell, I want scream and wail in pains for being treated this way.
Even my wolf couldn't take it anymore as it took over ready to unleash and fight but I tamed it down.
It was useless.
This is my fate and I guess it just started. I'm just tired of the whole thing and I just want to die.
Maybe Tyson was right, at some point I'm going to beg for death.
It's too early to say that but what I just went through right now under him was just extremely much for me to bear.
Just why me?
My heart yelled in torment.
The door slammed and my whole body jolted In fear, what will he do to me next?
He carried me up and threw me down the floor and my head danced in splatters of pain, hurting my brain in the process.
I cried hoarsely and struggle to stand up but I ended up laying flat again.
"Get out!! It's more than two hours you're here!" He barked and I ignored him.
My body won't co-operate, it was totally limp and dying but I need to be strong.
I need to leave or else, he will come after me again and crushed me to death.
I'm not ready to die just yet, I promised myself not to die by anyone's instrument.
I struggled to get up, fighting back the thorns of pains that was burning and coursing through my body.
My whole face and body was bloodied as I limped out, struggling to catch a breath as swept my torn heavy cloth that was still lingering on my body.
I walked down the corridor of the royal palace down to my new room.
Yeah, the Queen had definitely gave me a room next to Tyson and that made me glad atleast.
A loud gasp echoed and I gritted my teeth at whoever it was that didn't go to sleep by that time.
Well, wolves rarely sleep though.
"W..w..what happened to you"
I whipped my bloodied face to the girl I once had a meal with, the captured girl.
"She's definitely not the king's type, don't you get." The others giggled. "I bet King Tyson just gave her a little dose of what's coming for taking Marcella's place?"
"And who's Marcella?"
She innocently asked.
"That's the King's lover, taking her place is almost impossible but she appeared from nowhere!"
The girl seethed.
"She's the king's mate! Marcella isn't!"
"Marcella is the only rightful person to be on the throne, she's been with him for years and she came from nowhere in the middle of being a mate to take her place. Tyson clearly hated her, I would have leave for other pack if I was in her shoes."
"Marcella should be with her mate not with Tyson as a lover, and don't forget that she remains the Queen of this pack!"
She defended but my opponent bursted out laughing.
"A queen indeed, a Queen who was beaten overnight to a pulp…she's literally going to pass out.
I smiled and struggle to get going, I'm not in the mood for any shabby talks right now.
"Wait!....uhmmm,my queen."
I bit my lips to unheard what she just called me.
"Zenevieva, or just called me Vieva please." The girl nodded and ignored the other one whose eyes was nothing but nla sarcastic amusement.
"Come ..let's get you cleaned up."
She whispered and draped an arm on my shoulders, walking me slowly to the room.
She gasped as soon as she entered and I must tell that's it's because of the room.
The view was aesthetic but I was too drained to admire all of that.
She took me to the bathroom and peeled the beautiful bloodied dress off me and I groaned in deep pain as the fabric brushed the exposed wounds on my skin.
"This is too brutal!" She sniffed and I smiled.
"It's a crime for existing."
"Vieva, why not run away and escape this gruesome treatment? King Tyson will definitely kill you."
"He won't."
"He won't? Have you seen yourself in the mirror right now, you look like a half butchered hen ready to be thrown into the pot of fire!
I laughed at her sense of description.
"I won't run, believe me. I can fight this."
"I doubt you can handle this."
"I will!! I won't give them the satisfaction of becoming a coward and run from my rightful place. I won't give them that satisfaction of winning neither will I tolerate all of this soon."
"Vieva…" she whined in worry and smiled.
"Your name isn't a big fan right?" She laughed.
"It's Lexa."
"Cool, let's get this done with."
She nodded and cleaned the blood stains on my body with a warm water despite the pains that was threatening to tear me off with pains.
She was extremely careful in her own way but I couldn't help a groan.
Tyson had brutalised my skin and I couldn't feel myself anymore.
My healing powers is definitely not going to help as usual, I would need an ointment or anything to ease the pain so I would get better tomorrow.
"Is this good?"
She asked as I gave her an ointment.
"Yes,it works like magic and closes any wounds faster.
"Okay, I just hope he doesn't repeats this tomorrow."
She said as her warm hands caressed my body and I slowly closed my eyes into a deep sleep.