Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 73

Cynthia’s mischievous grin was barely detectable as she leaned in close to me, her voice a low murmur that dripped with challenge. “Hey, Zenovia, bet you can’t outlast me on the treadmill.”

I arched an eyebrow, locking my eyes with Cynthia. Seriously this girl was being super weird today.

“Lagree” I replied and hopped on the treadmill. Though in my head I said, ‘Go wag your tail in front of your stupid lycan king instead of talking to me

And, though it hurt to admit it, that was the truth. She had a wolf, I didn’t.

She was supposed to be stronger and tougher than me.

Cynthia might have said something but I did not hear the words as the sound of the music system turning on distracted me. And I was thankful for that.

While I fumbled with the numerous buttons and figured out how to get the treadmill working, she walked around merrily and turned the music system on.

My gaze drifted to Callahan while trying to turn on the stupid machine, I think he noticed I was having troubles but he did. not try to help. In fact, he looked away when our gazes met.

“Oh come on, girl. I will not use my wolf strength, I promise. Just want to give you some motivation”

Cynthia came near me and pushed a few buttons, making the machine come to life. She cocked her head to the side, looking eagerly at me.

We never spoke about the ball and her friends’ ganging up against me because I had faced such bullies all my life. Sid used to be one so I had learned to ignore them.

She lowered her voice and added, “Didn’t you hear him say he doesn’t want weaklings in lus pack? I am trying to help you.”

Though I had no doubt Callahan could hear her despite being a few feet away from us. Had I not been annoyed at him, my gaze would have wanted to admire the grace with which he moved and the way his posture never slumped as he began to

exercise.

He had just called me weak and I wanted to show him I was not. More than to him, I wanted to show it to myself.

I had been called weak all my life so the word hurt even more coming from him. And even if I lost, the worst would happen is they would laugh at me, which I thought they did anyway. I did not mind that.

“You’re on,” I retorted, a fire flickering in my eyes..

“Oh nice, you got back your motivation” Cynthia chirped as she got on the treadmill beside me.

decide who did the best?”

not to pass out” He said, again while looking at me instead of

at his gaze but my mind was focused on the words that left his

dismissive shrug accompanied by a sly smile. “Just a

won’t kill each

where the dumbbells were kept. Sliding two big ones across

muscles first and loosened his body before going forward and beginning to lift

would be able to pull off but he

few buttons on both our treadmill screens and said, “Watch out”

racing heart show because it was so damn hard to tear my gaze off that handsome man.

of me, “Focus,” She said a little sternly and

opportunity, a risky one, but an opportunity to finally shatter Cynthia’s perception of me

and it was slow and leisurely at first but soon Cynthia subtly pressed a button

limits” She whispered and I nodded my head, trying to focus on the task at hand. My legs felt a little sore after I had run almost two or three laps before she showed up but it did

and I did not, so I would have to work hard if I wanted to awaken my wolf by the next full moon.

and shift completely fueled me

Just a silly challenge. But it’s for standing up for myself… maybe this will show him I’m not some delicate

said to

body due to the running and sweat was trickling down my forehead but beside me, Cynthia was having no

Callahan and I could clearly see the way she gawked

lust.

sharing her thoughts about her

did not answer and neither did

got up from his bench. The moment he did, Cynthia’s wicked whisper cut through my

Is that the

my legs were beginning to give

will probably pass out in

way Cynthia tried suppressing

years, working out day and night along with fighting rogues and other alphas…I was

was not fair.

then life had never been

beading at my hairline. With each step, I felt Cynthia’s challenge

stretched a little wider, a predator reveling in its prey’s struggle. My legs were turning to lead, but I clenched my fists, vowing not to