Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 134

I was reeling from the information overload and I had lost count of how many times I was left speechless by Callahan’s words.

He kept looking at me, waiting for my reaction as I processed whatever he had revealed. My legs felt shaky and my knees wobbled, so I gripped the edge of the table for support.

Callahan had been in love with Aislynn…long ago. He was the

commander in chief of Selene’s forces and fell in love with the daughter of the enemy. So Selene cursed him to die a pained death, and live a loveless life…just because he fell in love with an enemy?

For a while we sat in an awkward silence, the only noises in his office being him drinking more whisky and me clicking a pen on and off to give my fingers something to do. My heart was thudding wildly and, despite all the other jarring things he had told me, just one of the many revelations cut through my heart like a sharp blade.

The fact that Callahan had been in love made a spark of white hot jealousy course through my spine, sending tingling sensations all over my body. I was not supposed to feel this way about a dead girl but I could not help it. My nails dug into my palms as I tried to maintain my

composure.

Was he still in love with her? Is that why he would always say no to me? I remembered how girls would die to get just one look from him. Even at the ball, Cynthia and the others had tried hard to grab his attention. But he had only maintained a polite distance from them.

I had felt so nice to show Cynthia that she did not deserve Callahan because he preferred to make me his anchor. But…it had never been me.

His first choice, his first love, had been Aislynn. I recalled Aislynn’s beautiful face.

She truly used to look like a goddess herself, with her otherworldly appearance. My thoughts went haywire as I began comparing myself with her.

I had only seen her for a few minutes in the memory, but those minutes had been more than enough to tell me that she was a beauty. She had long hair and dressed like a princess. Her voice had been calming, too.

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And I…I just scream and yell for the most basic things. I look ordinary as well.

queen or some noble to

to be shorter and his build leaner, giving him an athletic physique. They were

she was the center of the world? Well, I did not need to ponder over that. The look on his face when he saw her covered in blood had been devastating.

body in his arms as she took her last breath,

my head. What

saw her die. And he lives with that memory that must haunt him every single day.

been so painful. The cogs in my brain were churning as I began to recall all of

thinking. That must also be the reason why Drusilla had to

loathed Selene, but only now I could recall how he would snort whenever we spoke about fate or the Moon Goddess. He had turned into an atheist and at that time, I only thought of him as an arrogant and

truth, I could not blame him for the reason.

and miserable death and a long, agonizing life. She sat on her throne comfortably while he risked his

me to be jealous of Aislynn at this moment when he needs me to support him? How could I ever think of myself as

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even contain

anchor bond in my wrist thrummed as I felt pain and grief, both of which did not belong to me. I could feel what he was feeling, not just by hearing his words, but because the anchor bond allowed me to sense his turmoil.

it suddenly became too much for me to bear. I felt as if my wrist was being cut open but I did

would shut himself off again. I could not risk that. I had

stay strong by bearing a huge chunk of the pain even though she was supposed to

tears stung the back of my eyes.

to listen as well,” she replied, gladly sharing the load with me. Now that she had taken some of the

understand why he was so cold

a huge burden and secret for all his life had turned him into a cold and brutal person. Maybe that is why he did not want to live longer or find

if he had read my thoughts, he suddenly

Aisy died while I got to live. It was cruel and unfair, so I welcomed the curse with open arms. I never

took a last swig of the bottle and threw it away, the glass bottle thudding softly

live. I wanted to die. But, I could not die in any other way except the curse slowly seeping the life out of me. So,