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.

helping me calm down my nervousness and

minutes, I asked him various questions about his choices and preferences, likes and dislikes and he answered me without looking

from time to time, he seemed to slip in some other world and

him. King Callahan did not have many friends as far as I gathered, he liked to keep to himself

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

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

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

a pen in his hand and answered, “I am not

blinked at

to somebody’s funeral,

a look and asked, “Well then you tell me what

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

would be

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was almost as if

the way, was not too bad

shook my head as he muttered, “Pink?”

It is a ball…a mating ball for Goddess sake, pink and red are the colors of

love.”

stopped twirling his pen and gave me an even look.

You believe in that?”

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

mates.”

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

at this guy. He was making fun of the moon

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

the pen and I kept clicking it anxiously. He noticed my furstrtiaon but

makes you so sure

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

and felt queasy and felt my hands suddenly

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

He got up from his chair and walked past the large desk to come and directly stand in

of me.

was already quite tall so with me seated on the chair and him standing in front of me, it felt as if I was

on the armrests

face at eye–level with me and I

predator who was mesmerizing to look at but also very dangerous to attract attention of

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

breathed and

mind and told me no,

what he meant and blabbered

not ‘you don’t love someone…why is

as I saw his expressions and the way he