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?

nothing except an asshole to her.

after racking my brain to think of a suitable response.

also did not. It was so fucking

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

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

ears.

could not lose her

hair, not knowing

and gentle. She brought it up to

it so hard for me to

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

fate have to be so cruel to me?

of me. I am cursed and

like somebody was piercing

and took another step forward. She slowly reached for my other hand and cupped it too, before kissing the knuckles of both hands

walls and the entire fortress I had built around my heart, brick by

use was her dove like face and angelic eyes.

Her way of showing her emotions

doubted they made girls like

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

my

of my hand and simply took another step forward. She was too small, too

hell.

friend told me and the way you treat your pack, I can see you are not a bad person. You just don’t know how to be

said and brought her face closer to mine, too damn

have stepped away, but I didn’t. Trying to make

this, but she was persistent. But she has warned me one thing: that if we want to work together in this,

for

before I could say anything else; she raised on her heels and pulled

just like that, I forgot everything else.

responded hungrily, finally having gotten what I had been denying for

my hands went around her small frame,

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

kissing me and that

my hands roamed over her bare back. I loved the way she was responding to

to my desires. So I kissed her

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

gave a startled cry, but she did not object. Our lips broke contact for a brief second, but she brought