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.

wanted to take my time to slowly unravel piece

and was circling around but the door decided to

widening in surprise as she discovered me

suddenly felt that I should ask her to continue ignoring my existence for a while.

mad urge to close the distance and capture her pink lips in mine,

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

in the air. She quickly brought them down and began tugging at her towel to pull it down as well.

barely covering her thighs and giving me a nice view of her long, slender legs. A deep red blush appeared on

innocence, and I failed to hide

to fill in the awkward silence and then

only blinked and managed to say in a small voice,

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

curl behind her ear that had

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not a song per se but more of a lullaby that my mother used to sing to me. I just changed it

of my presence. And it was taking me a great deal of effort to not let my gaze slip. below her

you wanted to talk to me about something.” I managed to speak

spot, but she slowly began inching towards the bed, walking

I did want to speak to

shirt and waving

hot right now.”

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

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

eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

asked her and she replied, “I…I feel

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

step out of the room when she

to thank you.”

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

kind of also did. But I meant for giving

softly as she looked down at the sheets and fumbled with

clothes. Drusilla told me you picked everything

hands in my pockets,

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.”

you to be open and communicate

knotted with the sheets, her