Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 27

Cynthia and the girls guffawed as the alcohol splashed on my face and ruined my makeup and hair.

I fought back tears as the girls began pulling at my hair and tugging at my dress again.

“Just let me go!!” I cried and attempted to run away, but the girls closed in on me. The music was changed to loud as a few people decided to dance, drowning my voice.

“Remember what you are, you breeder. That day, when I saw you in the mansion, I should have known you were eyeing Callahan. Know this–he is mine. MINE!!”

Cynthia jabbed a finger at my dress and then wiped her hand on a nearby shrub.

“Ew don’t touch her”

The girls began bullying me and I was about to yell back at them when suddenly everybody turned around.

“Hey, what is happening?” A voice asked, and I saw Elijah coming over.

The girls quickly pulled out their kerchiefs and scarves and began wiping my dress while a few threw the contents of their drinks at each other.

Cynthia immediately gave me a sweet smile. “Oh, I am so sorry, my foot got caught in something and I stumbled”

I rolled my eyes at her while she reached for my hand and grabbed it, squeezing it hard.

“Please, I am so sorry. I did not mean to. Please don’t complain to the King about me

She began crying, and her friends surrounded her, trying to calm her down.

Elijah had already approached us after placing the drinks on a nearby table.

“Is everything alright?” He asked as he looked at me..

But before I could answer, Cynthia threw him a helpless look. “I was goofing around with my friends and we did not see her. Somebody started throwing water around and we joined in too. She got caught in the mayhem.”

Elijah looked at the girls, some of whom were also wet and were wiping off the alcohol. Cynthia walked near him and batted her eyelashes. “I hope you understand it was a mistake.”

Elijah nodded, “It is alright. Just go and get yourselves cleaned, girls.”

I wanted to protest, but Cynthia and her friends dragged me to the washroom. Once we were all alone, Cynthia kicked me in the stomach and muttered, “You were going to spoil my plans, right? You filthy breeder.”

word of this to Callahan, or I am going

reached for Cynthia and tried to

wasting your

calm her nerves and replied. “Yeah, you are right. I will just go upstairs and drag Callahan outside if I have to. Maybe I will have the first

some touch up and adjusted their clothes and

limits,” Cynthia growled as

turned the tap off and let the tears flow freely down my eyes. This had always been the case growing up with Sid and his friends. Even they used to always bully and gang up against me and no matter how much I fought, Celeste would

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my face with the cool water as I finally stopped sobbing. This whole ball was of no importance to me. Callahan was

down and stepped outside after cleaning my dress to the best of my ability. But when

are you okay?” He asked, and I smiled at

-Yes”

replied, “I saw the girls walking out but you did not so want to check if you were

heart warmed at this affection. At least somebody cared about me.

Chapter 27

dragged me in the direction of the crowd. My eyes scanned the premises

Elijah guide me to one of the

sat down, there was

hard to make out what was

“Let me see what is going on. I will be

and I too, kept looking at him intently. And that is when I saw the Lycan King himself being dragged

the crowd as Callahan stepped forward.

a formal black colored business suit, Callahan was dressed in a blue three piece suit.

looked every bit of royal and rich as he stepped forward and looked around. A few girls were fanning themselves, and I even saw one or two collapsed on the ground

a hurry to rush forward and grab him. I stayed where I was, glad that everybody had run towards him, leaving me to sit in a corner

elbow and watched in fascination as he climbed down the small

single person had left whatever they were doing and went to greet

well.

not scowl either. Drusilla was standing a few feet away from him and

was oblivious to my

his charisma was enigmatic. His golden eyes were a stark contrast to his deep blue suit and brought out the

man was a living, breathing example of elegance and finery. And I could only reminisce in my head

see the light stubble on his jaw and the way the corner of his eyes crinkled when he talked about something

admiring him and smiling wistfully before my smile crumbled as Cynthia stepped forward.