Found By The Lycan King novel Chapter 20

ADRIANA'S POV

I sat curled up on my bed, tears streaming down my face. Still trying to process everything that had just happened. Xander had attacked me, because I had been lied against. He never wanted to believe me, instead he insisted on believing Donvan. I had only come to visit Aiden,which was understandable, and now I was being consumed by Xander’s rage and Donovan's fury. I couldn’t help but wonder when all this would die down.

I had been locked in my room for a day now, and I still had no answers. I had no idea what was going on or when Xander would consider letting me out. I felt so alone and helpless. I couldn't even talk to anyone about what had happened because I was locked in my room with no way out.

I tried to make sense of it all, but my mind was a jumbled mess. All I could think about was the look of anger and betrayal in Xander's eyes. How could he believe that I would do something like that? How could Donovan ever come up with something like that?

I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I thought about the life I had lost. It was clear from the foregoing that they hated me so much, they had turned against me, and I had no idea why. I felt like my world was falling apart, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I didn't know how long I laid there crying, but eventually, I fell into a restless sleep which lasted onlya few minutes, my mind and heart heavy with grief and confusion. I didn't know what the future held for me, but I knew that I couldn't stay locked up in my room forever. I would have to find a way to clear my name and make Xander understand that I had done nothing wrong, so he wouldn’t kill Aiden out of anger.

Ultimately, I had to find a way to escape the pack and clear my name. I knew that Donovan would continue to do everything in his power to make Xander angry at me if I stayed, and I couldn't let that happen. And he was going to stop anytime soon.

I began to plan my escape, thinking of every possible way to get out of the pack's territory if I got the slightest chance. I knew that it would be dangerous, but I was willing to take the risk if it meant being able to clear my name and start over.

Eventually, I fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil I had been going through. But when I woke up the following day, I felt worse than ever. My body ached, my head was pounding, and my eyes were swollen from crying. It was my second day stuck inside the room. And apart from the injury I sustained from Xander’s slap, my stomach was insistently clamoring for something to eat. I knew that I would die soon if I did or said nothing.

I was forced to knock on the door, begging them to help me out but there was no response from the other end. I continued to bang on the door, persistent on them letting me out but they paid no heed. It was after banging on the door for a while that they warned they would hurt me if I tried to disturb them again.

I couldn't take being locked up and blamed for something I didn't do any longer. I would gather a few belongings and make a plan to leave during the night when the pack was asleep. I would use the time to slip out of the territory unnoticed and start a new life somewhere else.

I knew that it would be hard to leave, but I also knew that I couldn't stay in a place where I was not welcome. I was determined to escape and start a new life, free from the accusations and anger of Xander and Donvan.

I didn't know what the future held for me, but I knew that I had to try. I couldn't stay trapped in a situation that was making me miserable, and I was willing to do whatever it takes to escape and start over. While going over my escape plan, I suddenly realized how childish and unrealistic my thoughts were. I knew that escaping would be impossible. Xander's guards were everywhere and they would be extra watchful after the incident at the dungeon. I had no chance of slipping through unnoticed.

I mentally slapped myself for even considering such an idea. I knew that the pack was my only home now, and I had to find a way to make it work. Even if I did escape, there would be rogues out there waiting to tear me to pieces the moment they set their eyes on me. I only had to face the situation and try to find a way to clear my name.

I knew that it would be hard to talk to Daciana and her brother, but I had to try. I had to make them understand that I had done nothing wrong. I knew that it would be a long and difficult process, but I was willing to do whatever it takes to make things right. Seeing Daciana so shocked made me feel so guilty, because of how good she had been to me, and how she had been trying to save me from the kind of mess I had just fallen into.

I also knew that I needed to take some time to heal and process what had happened. I needed to take care of myself and focus on my own well-being before trying to repair any relationships.I slipped away again into another bout of sleep, feeling a bit feverish.

I woke up very hungry and weak. My body ached, and my wound was still bleeding. I needed medical attention since I didn’t have strong healing abilities, I was even more weak because of the lack of food, but I had no idea if anyone would come to help me. I walked to the door and knocked for the guards standing outside my door to open up, but they ignored me again. Remembering their threat, I walked back and sat on the bed. My weak legs could barely carry my weight, it felt like I was a giant walking on the limbs of a mosquito.

Hopeless, I walked back to the bed and sat down, tears streaming down my face. This was becoming too much and unbearable. I didn't know how much longer I could survive like this.

I tried to stay strong and keep a positive outlook, but it was becoming harder and harder to do. I knew that I needed to eat and drink something soon, or my condition would only get worse. But with no one to help me, I felt trapped and helpless.