Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

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Chapter 19.

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.

girl was a mysterious puzzle to me, one I wanted to take

circling around but the door decided to creak and she turned around

she discovered me standing there,

our gazes locked, and I suddenly felt that I should ask her to continue ignoring

the distance and capture her pink

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

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.

A deep red blush appeared on her face as she saw me and kept thinking

heart swelled at her innocence, and I failed to hide

in the awkward silence and then cursed myself for blurting out stupidly.

to say

I asked to ease the tension and was happy that I had not blurted something awkward

ear that had escaped the towel,

Chapter 19

mother used to sing to me. I just changed it to add a few words.

a great deal of effort to not let my

to talk to me about something.” I

began inching towards the bed, walking sideways like she was terrified of moving

I did want

my head, unbuttoning the topmost button of my shirt

is so hot right now.”

touch her, so I turned in the direction of the window and pulled the curtains close.

spoke, and I saw that in that time, she had already

“What are you

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

and muttered, “well then I will take your leave and maybe you can come to

step out of

to thank you.”

Π hand. “You don’t have to thank me for leaving your room.” But she raised herself

Well, I kind of also

as she looked down at the

of this, the room, clothes. Drusilla told me you picked everything that would fit

my pockets, as they

were passed out for almost two weeks and then some more and we did not know when you

to be open and communicate well with me. We started off on the wrong

sheets, her fingers fidgeting with it.