Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 89

Callahan

Zenovia was driving me on the edge. I was not sure why whenever I tried to push myself away from her, my body and my heart craved her even more.

She was so innocent, so brave, and so gullible. The day I brought her home, I had only hoped to right some of my wrongs.

I was known as the cold, ruthless, and arrogant Lycan King who shut himself off from the rest of the world.

And there was a good reason I had done so. I had suffered a lot and was still paying the price.

And somehow, I did not want this poor, innocent girl to be dragged into my mess, in the hell I was living.

The words slipped away from my mouth before I could stop them. Zenovia looked at me curiously, demanding an explanation.

I had always been cold to her, and kept pushing her away, yet she had not left me. And somehow I felt relieved that she was still standing by the wall, staring at me with a slightly open mouth.

My hands wanted to pull her close, to hug her, but I recalled Drusilla’s words of how it might not be a good decision to get involved with Zenovia.

But no other girl had stirred my feelings as much as my little lamb. I always felt a rush of pleasure traveling through my veins, going straight to my cock whenever I called her ‘mine’

Zenovia had demanded me to claim her back then, and it had crumbled my will. She was doing it again now.

I stepped back again so as to not crush her lips, tear that dress away, and bury my cock into her.

It was maddening, but I still did it. For her.

Nothing,” I said after taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.

“No, tell me. What is it? Why did you say that?” She asked as she came forward, crossing the few steps of distance between us easily.

“I told you enough since you asked me to be honest with you. Drusilla thinks you might be able to help break the curse, but I have no idea how.”

Zenovia was not convinced, and she took a step forward again. “Since you were honest with me, I will be honest with you

too”

She looked down and fumbled with her fingers as she muttered, “I….I think… I have a crush on you”

She said, and my heart almost swelled like a balloon.

She had a crush on me? She liked me?

except an asshole to her.

I spoke after racking my brain to think of a suitable response.

also did not. It was so fucking annoying.

said and stepped forward and I tried to control the rapid beating

to work hard to tone it down because I feared she would hear the war drums

ears.

could not lose her too.

hair, not knowing what

her hand in mine, her touch soft and gentle. She brought it up to her face and kissed

this girl was making it so hard for me

brushed my skin and the tender kiss made me want more of it, more of her.

cruel to me? Had I not suffered enough?

me. I am cursed and your crush will fade away when you meet your mate.”

felt like somebody was piercing daggers

of that?” She said and took another step forward. She slowly reached for my other hand

fortress I

use was her dove

breath choke. Her way of showing her emotions was so pure, so very

girls like

try to run away from me? Not once, but twice? The monster you thought me to

my own

let go of my hand and simply took another step forward. She was too small, too fragile, but she was stubborn

hell.

treat your pack, I can see you are

said and brought her face closer to mine, too damn close.

have stepped away, but I didn’t. Trying to make my voice sound even,

into this, but she was persistent. But she has warned me one thing: that if we want

for that”

could say anything else; she raised on her heels and pulled at my collar,

just like that, I forgot everything else.

I had been

went around her small frame, wanting to kiss all of her

the meeting hall or if the rest of the people could hear us. None of it mattered. The only thing that

was that she was kissing me and that she

over her bare back. I loved the way she was responding to me and my

not find any more reasons to not give in to my desires. So I kissed her hungrily, passionately and the sweet sounds

the slit of her dress for so long and now my hands slid on that perfect, silky fabric that was clinging to her skin as I

contact for a brief second, but she brought her lips back to mine again and I could not help