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.

calm down my nervousness and

his choices and preferences, likes and dislikes and he answered me without looking

time, he seemed to slip in some other world and mull over about something.

did not have many friends

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

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

what color co–ordination or themes would you want for the

pen in his hand and answered, “I am not sure. How

at

going to somebody’s funeral, you

me a look and asked, “Well then you

end of the pen on my chin and muttered, “softer shades of pink and white along with some flowers here and

would be

Chapter 23

me when I said pink was almost as if

by the way, was not too bad at all as an alternative.

my head as he muttered, “Pink?”

nodded my head and said, “Of course, pink. It is a ball…a

love.”

stopped twirling his pen and gave

believe

hot, piercing and I felt unnerved by his stare. “Of course I do. Why else would the moon Goddess give

mates.”

shrugged and replied, “I am not sure, maybe she is running a marriage bureau or something up in

this guy. He was making fun of the moon Goddess, a deity we all

it.

curled around the pen and I kept clicking it anxiously. He noticed my

someone? What makes you

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

and felt queasy and felt my

you don’t love someone does not mean nobody needs it…”

got up from his chair and walked past the large desk

of me.

so with me seated on the chair and him standing in front of me, it felt

and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair I had

with me and

me, both handsome and deadly, a fierce predator who was mesmerizing to look at but also very

light stubble on his jaw and my hand suddenly itched to

breathed and I

mind and told me no, he

him what he meant

not

away from me. I gulped again as I saw his expressions and the way he looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.