Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 20

Zenovia

I was humming to myself after having that invigorating shower and was feeling extremely nice and refreshed after a long

time.

To be honest, I had never had such a nice shower after I was reduced to an omega in my own pack.

So, I was dancing around when I saw the King watching me from a few feet away. And all of the anger I had been feeling for him melted away in that instant.

He was all muscles and elegance, dressed in a simple blue button down shirt and black pants, but he looked every bit of the King he was and his golden eyes were simply mesmerizing to look at.

And the fact that he had not simply pushed himself upon me made me want to put my trust in him just a little bit.

My brain did not quite agree to the idea, but my body was already reacting to his presence and I had not failed to notice the way his eyes had roamed all over my naked skin.

It made me flush with heat, but I reminded myself that I was a fool to even imagine the possibility of anybody wanting me. That confusion alongwith the way I had heard of omegas being used for pleasure and sex made me blurt out my doubts to him out loud

But it seemed that he was offended, so I hastily tried to stop him, but at that exact moment the towel’s knot loosened and it slipped down from my bare body.

I gave a startled cry and stupidly got up to place a hand on his eyes to stop him from seeing me instead of doing a sensible thing and picking up the sheet again to hide myself.

I almost jumped up to close his eyes and my foot got caught in the sheets, making me throw myself at him.

My mouth turned into a big O as he stumbled back and his hands wrapped around my waist to hold me in place.

I should have given a startled cry, a hysterical shriek, but my body was not prepared to feel his calloused hands on my waist. and the sound that left my lips was more of a moan.

We fell on the bed, me on top of him with his hands around me and my face inches away from his. At this point, I was not sure what to do.

Callahan’s eyes were still looking into mine, and the brush of his rough, calloused hands against my soft skin felt heavenly.

I was lying stark naked on top of the most ferocious lycan on this planet and instead of feeling terrified, I was feeling aroused.

I hated the way my body reacted to his touch, and I wanted to take control back before it was too late.

There was a small smile playing on his lips as I tried to speak. “Close your eyes.”

I tried to speak authoritatively, and his grin turned even wider.

I glared at him or tried to, as my nipples turned so hard I could feel them straining against the fabric of his shirt.

“What if I don’t agree?” He asked me huskily, and I smacked my hand upon his shoulder.

“Close your eyes!!” I repeated in a bit firmer tone, and he obliged.

“Alright, miss” He did as asked in the next second, though that stupid grin was still plastered on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him but quickly gathered the sheets and the towel and wrapped them around me as if I was a delicate shipment that needed tonnes of bubble wrap. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Now go out and let me get dressed,” I said as I pushed away from him, crouching on the opposite side of the bed.

His hands reluctantly let go of me as he asked, “Can I atleast open my eyes? I don’t want to be jumped upon again for no fault of mine.”

“I did not jump upon you,” I said in an irritated voice, trying to force my body to stop craving his touch.

Callahan propped his elbow on the bed and looked at me. “Yes, you did, and you liked it”

He said as he smoothed the creases on his shirt and attempted to wipe away the moisture that had gotten absorbed from my hair.

“Is that how you woo girls? Doing something and saying ‘you liked it?”

I shot back, trying to hide the way my heart was raging in my chest. But he was just smiling at me as if my words amused him instead of making him angry.

1 rolled my eyes and put some more distance between himself and me.

“You didn’t see anything, right?” I asked nervously, and he tried hard to not laugh. The effort was visible on his face and it made me want to smack him.

“I did” He nodded, and I felt my heart thundering against my ribcage.

This was mortifying. I buried my head in my hands and just wanted the earth to swallow me whole.

He had seen me dance and jump around in nothing but a towel and then, like an idiot, I had somehow fallen stark naked on top of him and he was still not touching me.

That was a good thing. But why was my body not liking it?

If he did not want me as a breeder or somebody to warm his bed every night, then why else would he shower me with all this luxury?

“Just shut up and leave.”

I said, trying to hide my nervousness and appear bold. He merely squinted his eyes at me and I immediately corrected myself, “I mean, can you please leave, your majesty?”

He nodded his head and spoke, “That is more like it. We can be respectful to each other if we tried, you know.”

With that, he walked outside and reached the door. His hand rested on the doorknob, and he was about to softly close the door behind himself when he turned to look at me.

“What was the thing your mother used to say?” Callahan asked, and 1 furrowed my eyebrows, unsure of why he was suddenly talking about my deceased mother.

“Huh?” I blurted out.

His hand stayed on the doorknob but he continued, “Of not attacking someone behind their back?”

Callahan probed, and I pushed a lock of hair behind my ears. Fidgeting with my fingers, I answered,

“Uh, yes, she said that a true warrior was honorable and killing someone, even your enemy, behind their back was almost like being a coward.”

King Callahan nodded his head. “I never met her but I think our thought process is quite similar”

He was playing with the doorknob as he was mulling over something. His eyes danced from left to right as I guessed he was recalling some past incident and, at the same time, wondering how much of it to tell me.

I waited for him to speak and also took that opportunity to calm my raging heart. He took such a long pause that I could not stand the awkward silence around us anymore.

So, I carefully asked in a neutral voice, “But why did you suddenly remember that?”

He left the doorknob and began playing with the sleeve button of his shirt.

“You have been asking me why I did not kill you already, right?”

I nodded impatiently, wondering what my mother had to do with it. The Lycan King kept toying with the button as he continued.

“Every person lives by certain values and morals that he does not break under any circumstance. At least, most don’t. And 1 respect such people.”

He pushed his hands in his pant pockets and continued, “Let me tell you a story.”

“When I was roaming through the forest, looking for rogues…I came across a little cub. The cub was scared, hurt and crying. The rogues were probably after the cub and the little one was trying hard to run away from them and was fighting for his

life.”

My face fell instantly at that, and I dreaded how this was going to end.

My lips trembled as he continued, “And this little cub accidentally stumbled against me. The little one looked at me worriedly, his clothes battered and his body covered in bruises. But before I could ask him if he was okay or even get him to say his name…he passed out.”

I had been slouching on the bed, but immediately got up on my knees but held the sheets around me firmly in place. “And he was very injured, he was bleeding, he had several broken limbs, and it looked like he would never survive. So, I did the best thing, I could….I ended the little guy’s misery by delivering the final blow.”

“What?”

Lasked him in utter disbelief. My eyes were wide and I could not help but shout at him.”

Tears trickled out of my eyes as I punched my fingers in the air, as if I was jabbing at his chest.

“How could you? That poor cub was weak and terrified he… he looked at you with hope…and probably passed when it saw you. You are the King of this kingdom and it is your duty to protect the weak and the innocent…”

out in relief

I kept rambling on and on but King Callahan never interrupted me. There was a small smile on his lips as he seemed to have invoked a reaction from me.

Something was wrong. “You did not kill the cub, did you?” I asked, and he shook his head, still smiling.

And it

was then that it finally dawned on me.

I was the cub he had found in the woods. That was his answer to why he had not killed me..