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.

me calm down my nervousness

about his choices and preferences,

seemed to slip in some other world and mull over

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

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

never thought of him to be anything but a growling, angry man hulk so seeing him talk about his people with care was unexpected for

about colors, what color co–ordination or themes would you

was twirling a pen in his hand and answered, “I am

at

going to

look and asked, “Well then you tell me what you have in

tapped the end of the pen on my chin and muttered, “softer shades of pink

would be nice.”

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gave me when I said pink was almost as if I had asked him to

way, was not too bad at all

my head as he muttered, “Pink?”

said, “Of course, pink. It is a ball…a mating ball for Goddess sake, pink and red are

love.”

pen and gave me an even look.

believe in that?”

“Of

mates.”

shrugged and replied, “I am not sure, maybe she is running

fun of the moon Goddess, a deity

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

fingers curled around the pen and I kept clicking it anxiously.

love someone? What makes you so sure

held me in place. I felt transfixed as

felt my hands suddenly grow clammy.

‘don’t…just because you don’t love someone does not

and walked past the large desk to come and directly

of me.

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

his hands on the armrests of the chair I had

with me and I

a fierce predator who was mesmerizing to look at but

on his jaw and my hand suddenly itched to brush the pad of my finger

breathed and I blinked

and told me no, he

before I would ask him what he meant and blabbered something sheepishly, he

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

a hair’s breadth away from me. I gulped again as I saw his expressions and the way he looked at me