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.

puzzle to me, one I wanted to take my time to slowly unravel piece by

She was dancing to herself and was circling around but

surprise as she discovered me standing there, caught

thickened with anticipation as our gazes locked, and I suddenly felt that I should ask

capture

me with wide eyes, and my

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

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

at her innocence, and I failed to

fill in the awkward silence and then cursed myself for blurting

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

song was it that you were humming? I don’t quite recall it” I asked to ease the tension and

curl behind her ear that had escaped the

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to sing to me. I just changed it to

answered while being hyperaware of my presence. And it was taking me a great deal of effort to not

talk to me about something.” I managed

frozen to the spot, but she slowly began inching towards the bed, walking sideways like she

yes, about that. I did want to

of my shirt and waving my

so hot

touch her, so I turned

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

my eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

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

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

was about to step out

want to thank you.”

to thank me for leaving your room.” But she raised

kind of also did. But I meant for

what?” I asked softly as she looked down at the sheets

room, clothes. Drusilla told me you picked

in my pockets, as they would not stop moving.

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

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.”

knotted with the sheets, her fingers fidgeting