Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

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Chapter 23

Zenovia

Chapter 23

I gulped nervously as Callahan closed the door behind me. The door fell shut with a soft click and I could not help but suddenly realize that it was just us two in here.

“Take a seat” He pointed to one of the many chairs as he walked towards his desk.

I look around and found a notepad and pen lying on the desk. “May I?” I asked, and he nodded.

I took it, mostly to give my hands something to do than fidget nervously. I clicked the pen and asked,

“So, everybody tells me you do not love parties or fun. What type of event are you looking forward to in that case?” King Callahan pulled his big, plush chair and sat in it as I opened the notepad, waiting to scribble.

“I am not sure but something that makes everybody stop eating my head”

Okay, that was not the response I was expecting.

“Hmm, why do you hate socializing?” I asked, and he furrowed his eyebrows,

“I don’t hate socializing.”

I repeated. “I think you do”

Callahan placed his hands on the table and countered, “Did you not see the dozen or so people who were in a meeting with me?”

I shook my head as he mumbled, “Oh right, you did not. You were too busy dancing…in a towel.”

I looked away from him as I recalled the moment I had been doing my little happy dance and somehow ended

my stomach. on top of him. That memory was still enough to make butterflies riot in

I did not look up but merely threw in another question so that he would not elaborate on that towel dance again. “Either way, would you want the event to be held here or somewhere else?”

up naked

Callahan considered it, “Maybe, the front open grounds should be ideal. We can have it in the evening so not everybody is packed under the roof.”

I scribbled on my notepad – he hates partying.

I gave him a smile and looked up. “Great, anything that you absolutely don’t want to happen in the event. Like something you hate?”

Callahan scratched his chin, “Loud music. Please keep it soft”

I wrote down- he is boring.

calm down my nervousness

minutes, I asked him various questions about his choices and

slip in some other world and mull over about

for a while as I got to know more about him. King Callahan did not have many friends as far as I gathered, he liked to keep to himself but

was a self–made man. King Callahan was as ruthless to the rogues and his enemies. as

growling, angry man hulk so seeing him talk about his people with

if we talk about colors, what color co–ordination or themes would you want for the event?”

twirling a pen in his hand and answered,

blinked at him.

to

asked, “Well then you

muttered, “softer shades of pink and white along with some flowers

would be

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when I said pink was almost as if I had asked him

by the way, was not too bad at all as

shook my head as he muttered, “Pink?”

my head and said, “Of course, pink. It is a ball…a mating

love.”

pen and gave me

believe in

I felt unnerved by his stare. “Of course I do. Why else would

mates.”

replied, “I am not sure, maybe she is running a marriage bureau

making fun of the moon Goddess, a deity

somebody does not mean the world is devoid of it. It is like saying the world does not need

fingers curled around the pen and I kept clicking it anxiously. He noticed my furstrtiaon but still continued,

What makes

as his gaze held me in place. I felt transfixed

and felt my hands suddenly grow clammy.

fumbled, “I…I said ‘don’t…just because you don’t love

it. He got up from his chair and walked past the large

of me.

on the chair and him standing in front of me, it felt as if I was gazing at the

lowered his head, and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair I had been seated

at eye–level with me and I gulped nervously.

handsome and deadly, a fierce predator who was mesmerizing to look at but also very dangerous to attract attention

his jaw and my hand suddenly itched to brush

He breathed and I blinked furiously.

no, he can’t allow

ask him what he meant and blabbered something sheepishly, he added,

can’t love someone‘ not ‘you don’t love someone…why is that?”

as I saw his expressions and the way he looked at me expectantly, waiting