Found by the Lycan King

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?

But I had been nothing except an asshole to her.

“Crushes….they fade away,” I spoke after racking my brain to think of a suitable response.

I wanted her to want me, but also did not. It was so fucking annoying.

“Not always,” she said and stepped forward and I tried to control the rapid beating of my heart.

It was beating wildly, and I had to work hard to tone it down because I feared she would hear the war drums ringing in my

ears.

I could not lose her too.

Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair, not knowing what to answer to that.

Zenovia came forward and held her hand in mine, her touch soft and gentle. She brought it up to her face and kissed my knuckles.

Damn, this girl was making it so hard for me to stay sane.

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

Just why did fate have to be so cruel to me? Had I not suffered enough?

“Zenovia, please understand. I am not what you think of me. I am cursed and your crush will fade away when you meet your mate.”

The words were harsh and felt like somebody was piercing daggers through my skin, but I said them nonetheless.

“How can you be so sure of that?” She said and took another step forward. She slowly reached for my other hand and cupped it too, before kissing the knuckles of both hands again.

This girl was taking down the walls and the entire fortress I had built around my heart, brick by brick.

And all she had to use was her dove like face and angelic eyes.

I felt my breath choke. Her way of showing her emotions was so pure, so very raw and genuine.

I doubted they made girls like her anymore.

“Didn’t you try to run away from me? Not once, but twice? The monster you thought me to be… I am that, and much more.”

I repeated, fighting my own damn self.

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

hell.

“I was wrong. Based on what your 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 nice.”

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

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

I did not even want to drag you into this, but she was persistent. But she has warned me one thing: that if we want to work together in this, we cannot let emotions get in the way.”

“Too late for that”

She said and before I could say anything else; she raised on her heels and pulled at my collar, crashing her lips upon mine.

And just like that, I forgot everything else.

My body responded hungrily, finally having gotten what I had been denying for all these months.

I kissed her back and my hands went around her small frame, wanting to kiss all of her at once.

I did not care if it was the meeting hall or if the rest of the people could hear us. None of it mattered. The only thing that

mattered was that she was kissing me and that she wanted me.

Her lips opened under mine as my hands roamed over her bare back. I loved the way she was responding to me and my touch.

And I just could not find any more reasons to not give in to my desires. So I kissed her hungrily, passionately and the sweet sounds that she made were driving me hungrier.

My gaze had been on 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 slowly lifted her in my arms.

Zenovia gave a startled cry, but she did not object. Our lips broke contact for a brief second, but she brought her lips back to mine again and I could not help but smile at that.

“You are so damn persuasive,” I spoke as she nibbled at my lower lip, making me go insane.

Zenovia chuckled in response as my hand went up her legs and rested on her butt, squeezing it gently.

She moaned and threw her head back as I held onto her tightly before slowly placing her on the huge table.

Thankfully, there was no furniture to crash, so there was no sound of breaking china or something, just the sweet lustful moans of my lamb as I kissed and sucked at her skin.

“Are you sure you won’t regret this, Zee? Are you sure you want this? That you want me, despite knowing that Drusilla said it would be dangerous?”

I asked, pulling my lips apart when I placed her on the table. My hands were planted on either side of her small frame that was caged in my embrace.

I could hear her little heart beating wildly, and her chapped lips were wide open. I had barely started kissing her, but it was getting increasingly hard to stay away from her.

Especially after hearing from those sweet lips that she was crushing on me.

Many girls had said that to me before. Even Cynthia wouldn’t leave a chance to hover beside me. But no other girl came close to the fire this girl could ignite in my heart.

“If it is dangerous, let the danger be mine to take. If a heart is going to break, let it be mine.”

Those words cut through my heart faster than any weapon ever could. This girl barely knew me, my secrets, the things I had done…yet she was willing to risk so much…why?

I could not understand what could make her so desperate. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Zenovia, if you awaken your wolf, you would have taken the next step to be whatever Drusilla wants you to be. It might be risky, it might be dangerous. I don’t even know the degree of danger involved.”

But she raised her hand and cupped my cheek, making a shiver run down my spine.

“I know a little. She wants me to be your anchor, your tether. The thing that keeps you grounded and not let your Lycan take complete control over you.”

My eyes went wide at that.

“She told you?”

Zenovia shook her head, “Not directly. But in bits and pieces. And I was finally able to piece it all together today.”

My heart began to race wildly. If she walked away now, I would not know what to do.

I feared it would just be her crush that was making her want me and when she learned of my secrets, she would shun me, abhor me.

“And you want to risk it all?”

She leaned forward, pulling my head closer. “Only if you make it worth it”

She said mischievously, and I felt as if there was still a chance for me to rewrite my fate.