Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 22

Zenovia

“Oh please, it will be fun. Let us have some fun. We have to go to the human city for partying and enjoyment every time.” Another flare of jealousy shot up in my heart at the way she was casually holding his hand and standing so close to him. Her breasts were almost brushing his chest, and she was looking at him with a lot of expectations. Callahan did not appear to mind her being so close, either.

Maybe they had been really making out before I smashed the coffee cup to ruin their moment.

I looked away and reminded myself that I had no right to feel the way I was feeling. He was the Lycan King, had not yet. found his fated or chosen mate, so he was free to do whatever he wanted.

Callahan slowly pulled his hand away and replied, “We will see Cynthia. Now, I have a few more meetings to attend.”

She frowned a little, but quickly put up a cheerful smile. “Sure. But you work a lot. Remember to take some rest too, okay?”

Callahan nodded as she stepped away from him and spoke, “Call me when you are free”

He only smiled, and she took one more step away, but her feet fell on one of the broken chips of the cup and she slipped. Cynthia would have fallen on the floor if Callahan would not have caught her right away. His hands slunk around her waist, and she gave a startled cry.

“Oh sorry, I did not see that”

Callahan smiled and helped her straighten up. “No problem”

She let her hand linger on his shoulder as he pulled her up and her ankle somehow twisted and she slipped again.

“Oops,” Cynthia gave a nervous smile and Callahan gripped her once again. They collided on the wall behind them and her body smacked on the King’s as she pushed her hair back.

“This is so embarrassing. I am truly sorry” Cynthia mumbled, her hand trailing from his shoulder to his palm as he slowly made her stand on his feet again.

“Maybe you need some sleep”

Cynthia chuckled, “I think so”

I rolled my eyes at the scene and could not help but notice Cynthia’s reluctance to let go of Callahan.

But she could not linger around longer and looked down so as to not step on the spilled cup again.

Cynthia said and walked inside the office to grab her purse. She stepped out only a moment later and stopped to whisper, “See you soon” and walked away.

I only blinked at the way she was swaying her hips while walking away from him, her hair bouncing in the air.

King Callahan looked at me and Elijah and said, “Yes, come in”

Elijah mouthed, “All the best” to me, and I nodded as he let go of my hand. King Callahan stepped into the office and 1 followed suit a moment later.

If I had to describe the office in one word, I would only say ‘elegance” Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

It was modern, sleek with tasteful furniture, huge windows, soft tones of grey and white with a pop of color here and there to not make it look dull.

His office was probably as big as the dining hall.

Callahan walked towards the large mahogany desk that had files and other stationery, but went to stand near the window.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked outside the large glass windows, doubling up as walls.

“So, what did you want to talk about?”

Callahan asked, while he seemed to be thinking about something else.

“I just wanted to be thankful for everything. And, I thought that helping organize the event will be a small gesture to repay the favor”

Callahan turned his head to look at me with a raised eyebrow. “Repay the favor?”

I hastily added, “I mean, I cannot thank you for all the riches and facilities, even if I were to work all my life and give every single penny to you.”

He did not say anything, but turned his attention back to the window.

“Fine. Everybody has been eating my head either way. So let us do it”

I blinked.

I had been thinking of ways to convince him, and how to communicate properly of what I envisioned, but he gave his agreement…just like that.

“Eh, okay,” I said, not knowing what else to say.

I fumbled with my fingers and wondered how to fill the awkward silence as he kept looking outside.

I felt a sting of pain in my hand and looked down, but saw blood blossoming on my finger.

“Ah” I winced and held up my hand to examine what was wrong. Apparently, a very little chip of the cup had managed to slice my finger and had gotten stuck in it.

I had just not realized it because I was too busy gawking at Cynthia throwing herself at Callahan.

“Hmm?” He muttered absent mindedly and I looked at me.

“Did you say something?” He looked as I hastily put my finger in my mouth.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

I imagined how I must look to him- a grown up girl with her finger in her mouth. I pulled my hand out and put it behind my back.

“No–nothing. When do you want the ball to be held?”

I asked and he replied, “I am not sure. I never gave much thought to balls and parties. Maybe the coming weekend?”

I nodded, “Sure, sounds great!”

Callahan rubbed his temple and returned to gaze out of the window. He looked troubled and lost.

The words tumbled out of my mouth even before I could take them back.

“Is something worrying you?”

Callahan let out a deep sigh and replied, “A lot of things are weighing down on my mind. And it just gets too exhausting at

times.”

He mumbled, mostly to himself.

I nodded sympathetically, “I can only imagine. Being a King and taking all these decisions must be hard to do day in and day out.”

He gave a mirthless chuckle, “It is a thankless job, you know. No matter how much you try, you just cannot make everybody happy.”

I wondered where he was going with this discussion. He seemed to be deep in thought and was not even paying attention.

to our chat.

Not that I was of any importance to him. Maybe, if Cynthia was around he would look her in the eye and stand close to her instead of staring into the distance.

I shoved that thought away and hesitantly added, “I…I will take your leave. I will start with the preparations then.”

I hastily ran towards the door and opened it but in my haste, I jabbed that same finger into the handle and another wince. escaped my lips.

I had opened the door and my leg was raised to step out but I felt a hand stop me. I looked behind and saw Callahan standing near me, his hand holding mine.

A fresh current of electricity bolted from the point where he touched me and my nerves tingled at the spark.

He held my hand in his and examined the finger as blood oozed out of the wound again.

“Oh, that is why you put your finger in your mouth,” He mumbled while he looked at the finger.

“It is nothing, really” I tried to pull my hand away but before I knew he had walked back to the desk and was holding a

tweezer in his hand.

“Don’t move, okay” He said and plucked the very minute chip off my finger and said, “There you go”

He smiled at me and added, “Now it is gone”

I should have thanked him, but I was busy gawking at his handsome face and not trying to dissolve in a puddle..

Had the Lycan king just shown gentleness? To me?

His hand was still holding mine, and I did not want to leave his side. What was wrong with me?

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and mumbled, “Thanks.”

Callahan let go of my hand and mumbled, “Sorry, I just had something else on my mind. So, you came here to talk about the preparations?”

I nodded my head as he said. “Then you are not leaving. We have a lot to do”

And I blamed my mind for coming up with scandalous thoughts once again that had nothing to do with the preparations and everything with how it would feel if his hands roamed over my body.