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.

down my nervousness and frustration.

asked him various questions about his choices and preferences, likes and dislikes and he answered

time to time, he seemed to slip in

many friends as far as I gathered, he liked to keep to himself but adored his beta, gamma and Drusilla.

wealthy, extremely wealthy and was a self–made man. King Callahan was as ruthless to the

never thought of him to be anything but a growling, angry man hulk so seeing him talk

now if we talk about colors, what color co–ordination or themes would you

his hand and answered, “I am not

at him.

to somebody’s funeral, you know.”

a look and asked, “Well then you

muttered, “softer shades of

be nice.”

Chapter 23

pink was almost

by the way, was not too bad at all as an

shook my head as he muttered, “Pink?”

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

love.”

twirling his pen and gave me

You believe in

hot, piercing and I felt unnerved by his stare. “Of

mates.”

maybe she is running a marriage bureau or something up

at this guy. He was making fun of the

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

the pen and I kept clicking it anxiously. He noticed

What makes you so sure of

my nerves as his gaze held me in place. I felt transfixed as his golden eyes stared straight at me,

and felt queasy and felt my hands suddenly grow clammy.

don’t love someone

buying it. He got up from his chair and walked past the large desk to come and directly

of me.

me seated on the chair and him standing in front of me, it felt as if I was gazing at the tip of a large tower.

and placed his hands on the armrests of the

his face at eye–level with me and I

like a lion to me, both handsome and deadly, a fierce predator who was mesmerizing to look at but also

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

breathed and I blinked

no, he can’t allow

I would ask him what he meant and blabbered something

can’t love someone‘ not

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