Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 19

Callahan

Zenovia was adjusting the towel on her head and she was humming a tune to herself as she walked forward, oblivious to the fact that I was standing right there.

She was in her own world as she was wrapping the towel around her hair, but my eyes could not help but roam all over her figure.

She looked so cute and sexy at the same time, and I felt my cock twitch in my pants at the thought that she was wearing nothing except that towel.

My naughtly Lycan began to share indecent thoughts with me.

My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed her emergence, her radiant presence illuminating the room. The sunlight. danced upon her damp skin, transforming it into a golden cascade that tugged at my heartstrings.

I had entered the room a moment ago, intending to speak to her, but I found myself frozen in awe, unable to tear my eyes

Time seemed to slow as I took in every detail, mesmerized by her ethereal beauty. The gentle curves of her body, the delicate contours of her face–each feature was a masterpiece, etched into my mind forever.

The towel clung to her body as she gazed at herself in the mirror on the wall, leaving tantalizing glimpses of her flawless skin. Drops of water adorned her collarbone, glistening like diamonds, while her luscious lips curved into a soft smile.

My heart pounded in my chest, overwhelmed by the way she was happily nodding and tilting her head, humming a tune to

herself.

In all these days that I had seen her, she was either petrified, asleep, or angry. So, it was a delight to see her smile and be happy.

She was still not aware of my presence and I should have cleared my throat rather than staring at her so unabashedly, but I did not want to alarm her while she kept dancing and roaming around carefree.

I simply wanted to keep looking at her smiling face and the way she moved, her body swaying to the tune that left her lips.

Her bare feet tread softly on the floor, leaving behind traces of moisture as she moved. The air was infused with the scent of her freshly washed hair, a fragrance that intoxicated me. I yearned to run my fingers through those damp strands, to feel their silkiness against my skin.

And I also noticed a hundred or so scars on her body, a few darker than others.

Were those from the accident and the chase? Or from before? I should have focused on them but I was too busy gawking at her slender figure and her warrior spirit.

She was bruised and battered, yet she was in her element and singing and dancing without a care in the world.

This girl was a mysterious puzzle to me, one I wanted to take my time to slowly unravel piece by piece.

But as I took a step forward, fate intervened. She was dancing to herself and was circling around but the door decided to creak and she turned around while still dancing merrily, her hands in the air.

Zenovia turned on her heels, her eyes widening in surprise as she discovered me standing there, caught in a moment of vulnerability.

The air thickened with anticipation as our gazes locked, and I suddenly felt that I should ask her to continue ignoring my existence for a while.

I had the mad urge to close the distance and capture her pink lips in mine, but I stopped myself.

She looked at me with wide eyes, and my gaze dipped to her slightly parted lips again.

It took her a minute to realize she was standing just in a towel and her hands were up in the air. She quickly brought them down and began tugging at her towel to pull it down as well.

It was barely covering her thighs and giving me a nice view of her long, slender legs. A deep red blush appeared on her face as she saw me and kept thinking about what to do next.

My heart swelled at her innocence, and I failed to hide my smile.

“You dance well,” I said to fill in the awkward silence and then cursed myself for blurting out stupidly.

Zenovia only blinked and managed to say in a small voice, “Lubh…thanks”

“What song was it that you were humming? I don’t quite recall it” I asked to ease the tension and was happy that I had not blurted something awkward again.

Pushing a stray lock of curl behind her ear that had escaped the towel, she replied,

“Uh, well, it is not a song per se but more of a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me. I just changed it to add a few words. here and there as I grew up and forgot some of the lyrics.”

She answered while being hyperaware of my presence. And it was taking me a great deal of effort to not let my gaze slip. below her face.

“I came here because Drusilla told me that you wanted to talk to me about something.” I managed to speak without sounding like a frog.

Zenovia was frozen to the spot, but she slowly began inching towards the bed, walking sideways like she was terrified of moving freely.

“Ah, yes, about that. I did want to speak to you.”

I nodded my head, unbuttoning the topmost button of my shirt and waving my hands in front of my face.

“It is so hot right now.”

I spoke and wanted to do something with my hands that were itching to touch her, so I turned in the direction of the window and pulled the curtains close.

“There….that should help a bit,” I spoke, and I saw that in that time, she had already run towards the bed and had pulled the sheets up to cover herself.

1 furrowed my eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

I asked her and she replied, “I…I feel shy” She said and blushed again.

I rubbed a finger on my temple and muttered, “well then I will take your leave and maybe you can come to my office when you are ready.”

She nodded, and I was about to step out of the room when she spoke.

“Wait, I want to thank you.”

I waved Π hand. “You don’t have to thank me for leaving your room.” But she raised herself a bit and spoke,

“No, I did not mean that. Well, I kind of also did. But I meant for giving me this.”

“Giving you what?” I asked softly as she looked down at the sheets and fumbled with it.

“All of this, the room, clothes. Drusilla told me you picked everything that would fit my size.”

I thrust my hands in my pockets, as they would not stop moving.

Trying to appear confident, I replied, “Oh, yes. Well, you were passed out for almost two weeks and then some more and we did not know when you will wake up to ask you for your personal preferences. So, I just threw in everything I thought would look good on you.”

She nodded meekly, and I added, “Just don’t feel so nervous. I want you to be open and communicate well with me. We started off on the wrong foot.”

Zenovia knotted with the sheets, her fingers fidgeting with it. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“My…my family sold me to you, offered me to you, and labeled me a traitor. I am many things, King Callahan. I am an omega, a bastard child, a wolfless girl and a weakling…but I am not a traitor. I did not sell any information to any rogue. Hell, I was not even allowed in any official meetings of the pack.”

She said, and I saw her eyes getting moist.

“You are still alive and breathing, aren’t you?” I asked.

“But why would you trust me when my own father did not?” She cried, and I saw fat drops of tears spill out of her dove like

eyes.

I closed the distance between us and was not even aware when I had stepped forward to cup her face.

Zenovia shivered at the unexpected contact and went deathly still.

“They provided enough proof and evidence against you. But, I think somebody is fooling them and me both. So, except for my trusted warriors, and Drusilla, I have not shared your identity with anybody else for your safety. Others only know you were found running in the forest and met with an accident involving my car.”

“Why are you doing this?” She asked, “I have been trying to think of multiple theories of why you have not killed me already and it is driving me insane. Either you are toying with me and you will play with me until you get bored and then kill me or you simply want me as…”

I squitned my eyes, “As what?”

She sniffed, “I know what omegas and rogue females are used for…we are only suited to be sex toys or breeders. Is that the reason why you are keeping me alive?”

My face hardened with a tinge of disappointment. “Is that what you think?”

My tone was a bit accusatory, and I saw the way her lips trembled.

I shook my head and got up from the bed, “I think I have an urgent meeting to attend…”

However, something soft touched my wrist and stopped me.

But then when I turned around, I saw her hand holding mine. And my eyes went wide as she let go of the sheets and the towel slipped away.