Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 74

Callahan

This girl was mad, quite literally.

The more I tried to run away from her, the more she pulled me close. And she did it so subtly, so unknowingly that it would always drive Beast mad.

Zenovia was becoming a drug, an addiction I had gotten used to.

Her little frame lay in my hands and she relaxed visibly in my arms when I touched her. As if her body knew instinctively that she was going to be safe, that nobody would ever harm her while I was around

That made me feel euphoric and wanted.

Cynthia had been challenging her to a race and I did not interfere just to see how she would react. I knew Cynthia did not really like her and I was eager to see their interaction.

But surprisingly, Zenovia proved me wrong.

Strength mattered in a person, always, but it was never just physical strength. It was the strength of the spirit, of the soul.

And Zenovia might be physically weak but she had the heart of a warrior. 1 liked that quality about her. I never took strangers in my pack, I would send the weak and injured to the hospital and ask El or Matt to look for a suitable pack for them.

But when I first saw her back at her school, hurling her bag at Matt, I knew she was a fighter.

And then again when she had just woken up from her sleep in the hospital and I asked her to walk towards the door to prove she was fit enough.

She had crumpled down on the floor midway but given her condition she should not have been able to even take a step.

Somehow, I liked that she never tried to please me, never acted coy. She was headstrong even if she had been bullied all her life.

Пler cute little body in that tight track pants and tee, though completely covered, did not hide her well enough from my

eyes

Especially because I knew how those legs moved, how that skin felt under my touch, and how she whimpered and moaned when I kissed her, when my hands caressed her.

while running on the treadmill, she had been out of breath long ago but I just stood by the side, waiting to see how long she could go on, how long would it be before the warrior in her would give up.

disappointed.

had the face of an angel but the tenacity and grit of a devil. And I loved that about her.

my lycan, was silently cheering for her, hoping that she would win, and was delighted when she actually surpassed

have taken for her to do that, Ordinary humans did not have the strength of a wolf. Plus. Cynthia had been training for years, was the daughter of the most powerful alpha in my kingdom, and had received the

a small thing, for Zenovia, it was definitely a big achievement.

for her to grow strong, awaken her wolf, and shift. The thought turned me on to

what Drusilla had told me a few days back. The thought had left me truly shaken and worried about Zenovia. Since then I

I could not help but gaze at her as

but I knew the determination that

she would become. I reached the floor of her room,

her on the bed and went to throw open the windows. The A.C. would be too cold for her and she had to cool down at a natural speed so the breeze flowing through

a little when I was trying to put her feet together and I could not help

herself and her muscles would be stiff and sore if she did not

she was passed out, it would not

small

why don’t you admit that you can’t keep your hands off her

touch her when she is asleep” I retorted to my lycan

of the bed, I slowly reached for her feet and took her shoes off. Then, I slowly pulled them away and took the socks off

I heard the sigh leaving

her skin and allowing blood to flow and her muscles to

up her

felt rigid and stiff like a board so hopefully this massage would allow her to walk

on her back and rubbed her back, shoulders, and legs along with most

done. I got up to leave, not wanting to stare stupidly at her face. But then her hand reached for mine.

spark ignite in me when her fingers curled around

No human would have the energy

fluttering sensation erupted in my stomach that I

go of my hand and then moved her head to the side, some of the hair falling on her face. The sweat had dried away a hit but some of it was still on her face, making her hair stick to her skin. Her hair was now plastered to her face.

as if challenging

going to

and I ignored it as I slowly walked out of her room and closed

to eat something healthy and filling

down the stairs and looked for