I Bought the exiled king (by Natalie Winter) novel Chapter 106

Valencia

I was thrown against the floor hard as someone jumped on me.

“He is losing it again! Quick!” somebody cried, and I heard the sound of footsteps arriving near me,

I felt my head bang against the hard cave floor, and it took me a second to focus on what had knocked me out.

A man who appeared to be in his late thirties was sitting on my chest, his legs pressing hard against my ribs.

His hands had gone around my throat, and he was cackling viciously while he tried to choke me to death.

“Get off her, you mother fluffer!” I heard a familiar voice.

Not one but four women had to use all their strength to pull him away from me and another two to drag him back to the bed where he was supposed to

be sleeping.

Coughing and breathing hard, I got up or tried to. I could still feel the strength in his hands and the force with which he was trying to crush my windpipe.

Somebody ran towards me and helped me get up.

“Oh shit, I mean, oh shrub, are you okay?”

Despite the coughing and heavy breathing, I couldn’t help but snort to hear the familiar voice and the way she corrected herself midway.

“Sarah,” I groaned as she helped me get up back on my feet and sit on one of the chairs to the side.

“Are you okay?” she asked, and I nodded weakly. She handed me a glass of water, which I emptied in a second.

I wasn’t aware of how thirsty I was until she offered me water. I asked for one more, and she gave me a water bottle to chug down.

As I tilted my head up to drink the water, she examined my neck and muttered.

“He really tried to kill you, that mother fluffing ash pole.”

I snorted, and water came out of my nose, making me choke.

“Mother fluffing ashpole?” I asked, and she tried again.

“Mother fluffing mashed roll?”

I coughed again as the water I was supposed to drink went inside my nostrils. I could barely contain my laughter.

Sarah rubbed my back and patted it as I wiped my face with the back of my sleeve.

“Remind me to never drink water when you are using your clever take on swear words”

Sarah batted her eyes innocently.

“I dont know what you are talking about.”

I coughed some more before finally getting enough air in my lungs to get a good look at my attacker.

The temple workers were struggling to get him under control.

“I thought the temple allowed entry only to women,” I whispered to Sarah under my breath.

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Chapter 108

She placed a hand on my shoulder to gently squeeze it.

“He is a patient first, a man later. If he is still one.” She said the last line while looking at him warily.

One of the women pulled out a needle and injected something into his arm to stop him from trying to thrash everything

He was struggling to get out of the bed, and the women had tied him down with chains when their strength was not enough to keep him down.

He kept thrashing his head and muttering something loudly, but his voice was a mess, and his words sounded choked and raspy.

While thrashing, his eyes fell on me, and I saw his face contort in fury..

“You…you should die…” He said in a strained voice and tried to struggle out of his bindings once more.

Luckily, the injection seemed to dull his senses because his eyes grew hazy and he collapsed on the bed a second later.

“What is going on here?” Somebody stepped inside demanding an answer, but I was too busy staring at the man.

I didn’t recall seeing him before, yet he seemed to recognize me. And he hated me.

So much so that he wanted to kill me the second his gaze landed on me.

Not once but twice.

I wondered what to make of it as somebody answered the authoritative voice.

“Patient number 33 was having one of his episodes again, Elder Amara.”

One of the novices answered the elder priest as she came in to check on him.

She wordlessly reached for his hand to check his pulse, then opened his eyes, mouth to check for whatever she wanted to.

“Did the new medicine not work?” She asked the novice, who turned a paper and read through it to answer.

“It did not make much of a difference, Elder Amara”

The old woman just sighed grimly and reached for a cloth to wipe his head. And that is when I saw the scars on his body that I had not seen before.

There was hair on his body, a dense growth that started from his feet and stopped somewhere around his abdomen.

The upper half of his body was like that of a human, flesh and bones without the excess fur covering the lower half of his body.

It was a very unusual sight to look at. Almost as if he had been turning into a werewolf and his transition was halted midway.

Elder Amara looked through the bottles placed on a small alcove near his bed and examined the medicines.

She then remarked to the novice who had answered her earlier.

“Increase the dosage of ice fennel and administer the cavern thyme only if he wakes up again and is not stable. Report his condition to me every four hours.”

She washed her hands in a nearby basin and proceeded to look at the other patients. Almost all of them were male and looked tall and healthy.

Except they weren’t.

I dared take a closer look at them and realized they were all well built and tall, almost like they werent sick and weak but warriors who were injured.

I also saw them all having spurts of fur growth in odd places. Some had claws instead of fingers but only one or two claws, and the rest of them being fingers instead of the entire hand morphed into a werewolf paw.

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