Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter
Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Zenovia

Chapter 13

I stared at him, and with every passing second, I felt death inching closer to me. I had been toocaught up in the argument to worry about my survival.

I thought of a hundred things to say. Maybe I could have cooked up a different identity and calledmyself a rogue after my family was killed in a pack attack.

But there was no fooling the Lycan king who knew his territory like the back of his hand. I was surehe was aware of every single pack and their alphas, even if he did not pay them much attention.Rogues, however, were a different matter altogether.

Maybe I should have faked a memory loss and avoided answering him. That would have saved mefrom a lot of trouble. But somehow the way his gaze held me in place, the way he was sitting inchesaway from me, demanded nothing but. honesty.

I was not sure how much he knew about me, but I figured he must have found out something bynow.

So. 1 simply jutted my chin up again and replied, “Zenovia Archer of the Nightfall Pack. My father iswas Alpha Drake, but he would not agree to that claim, not that I care.”

I spoke and stopped myself short of just vomiting all the contempt and hatred I felt for my family.He tilted his head and looked at me.

“I did not expect you to be honest about your identity. That was a start,” he muttered and reachedfor the glass, pouring water in it before holding it back in front of me.

"I believe you do not need a demonstration again,” he said, eyeing the glass and then my face. Irecalled the way he had sipped water from my glass and how it had been the single most excitingthing to watch at that moment.

I blinked and tried to shove away that thought and took the glass from him.

“So, you are not going to kill me?” I asked, and he countered, “I thought you preferred to stay alive.”He dodged my question again.

It looked like he would not give me any straight answers, so I simply took the glass and sippedsome water again, wondering what he wanted from me.

After I was done. I placed the water glass back on the table as he murmured. “You are accused ofmingling with the rogues and passing on crucial information to them. I even received photos of youwith a group of rogues.”

Photos? Where did the photos come from? I wondered. Had Sid gone to such an extent?

I looked at him and tried to keep a neutral expression, but I think I was failing at it. My lips trembled,and the intensity of my family’s betrayal felt like somebody was scraping at a wound and trying toviciously tear off the scabbing, making me

bleed.

My hands curled into fists as I grabbed the sheets, my nails digging into my palms.

“I did not do any of that. My pack disowned me, and I do not feel the need to return to themeither,” I spoke through gritted teeth. Tears were pooling in the back of my eyes, and I willed myselfto not let it show.

“Your Alpha, Luna, and your brother claimed you were a liar. In fact, every single member of yourpack said you were the culprit.”

I took a minute to process this piece of information.

I was not going to cry in front of him. So I took a deep breath to get a grip on myself and muttered,“I am not going to stay here anymore. When I am fit enough, I will leave for the human world andnever show you my face again. Good riddance to

you."

Surely, he would not want me anywhere near him or his people, right?

However, Callahan only looked me in the eye and replied, “That seems impossible for now.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and waited for him to go on, but he stopped himself. Curiosity got thebetter of me and I asked, “Why?”

He raised his hand and reached for a lock of my hair that was falling on my face-or that is what Ithought he was doing-

His hand brushed my cheek, and I tried not to shiver as he reached for something behind me. Myheart dropped when he grabbed the edge of the curtain and threw it open.

The moonlight was now shining brightly through the glass, casting a soft glow on the bed, on bothof us.

I held back the urge to lean into him as he pulled his hand back, though I knew he caught the waymy eyes fluttered when he

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brought his hand near me.

I cursed my traitorous emotions once again as he said, “You are mine now. They were going to offeryou to me as a gift. And while you were busy sleeping for two weeks. I figured out your identity.”Two weeks? I had been passed out and in this mansion for two weeks? And my father had “offeredme to Callahan?

The Lycan King waited for me to throw a tantrum, claw at him or even yell back, but I fell unnaturallysilent.

A hot wave of anger rose up my stomach as I processed yet another blow of my so-called family.

I should have expected this, I had known this, but it still affected me. I bit my tongue to not letanguish plant its roots in my

heart.

No. I was done with them. I reminded myself.

After ensuring that my voice would not come out as a croak. I muttered, “I am not a thing to begifted to someone. And I am

not yours

I spoke, though my body was oddly delighted when he called me his. I knew he had meant as aslave to scrub his toilets or do his dishes, but the way he spoke that line had sent goosebumpsdown my spine.

I both hoped he had meant it the way I assumed and did not at the same time.

This man was hotness personified, and I was struggling to not let him have a hold over me.

I believe I was just desperate to be wanted by someone...anyone.

I was expecting a monster to care about me when my own family had shunned me. And I hatedbeing so weak and gullible. Callahan placed a hand on the bed, just a hair's breadth away from myknee and replied. “I am the King and it is for me to decide what to do with a rogue, and did you notsee what I do to them?"

He asked as his eyes glittered with an unknown emotion. I tried to stay still, but my heart wasthundering in my chest and I wanted to just run away from him.

Or maybe just kiss those damn lips again and die like a moth that gets incinerated when it gets tooclose to the flame.

I shook my head. What was wrong with me?

His gaze was unnerving, and it was doing odd things to me. There was a weird fluttering in my chestas I tried to hold his gaze, which was an effort in itself.

Callahan leaned forward, bringing his face close to mine. My heart began thumping again and mygaze dipped to his full lips

I was getting worked up, so, as usual, a snarky comment left my lips.

“You kill them, but you kissed me,” I said, and his gaze fell on my lips again.

A wave of desire rippled through me as he debated whether he should just shut me up and I wouldprefer he did that with his lips agam.

My breathing quickened as he leaned forward, barely, and brought his lips close to my ear andwhispered.

"And you liked it.”

His breath fanned my skin, and the scent of his cologne was too enticing. My fists knotted into thesheets again as he straightened himself agam and replied,

“If you would rather want to be killed instead of kissed, let me know.”

That same smirk was back again on his face and I wanted so badly to claw it off his face. He wastaunting me as if I was some prey to fool around with

I looked around and blindly reached for the plate of fruits kept on the side. Grabbing the knife, Ibrought it between us and placed it on his neck.

“Dont you dare try that again.” I spoke, my grip tightening on the knife’s hilt.

But Callahan was unfazed. "Or what?"

1 grit my teeth and replied, “Or I will kill you.”

He reached for the knife and I panicked for a second, but he did not try to take it away from me.Instead, his hand wrapped around mine and he muttered. “Tsk tsk. feisty feral cat.”

Then he pushed it even further towards his neck and the blade’s edge grazed his skin. My eyes grewwide as he added in a

steady voice. "Do it"

I was not sure what to focus on his lips that were inches away from mine or the way he held myhand, the touch sending sparks all over my body.

It takes more than a knife to kill someone”

"What?" I croak, sounding like a bleating goat.

"A steady heartbeat and yours is beating wildly, so let me help you..."

He grabbed the knife and pushed it further into his neck and I saw blood blossom on the tip of theblade.

I shrieked and tried to let go of the knife, but his grip was iron strong. My eyes went wide as I triedto resist him as he further pushed the blade into his skin.

"What are you doing?” I screamed in horror and he finally let go of my hand.

I pulled it back, and the knife fell on his lap. The blood stopped flowing after a millisecond and thewound healed itself right in front of my eye.

“Make no mistake, Zenovia. I am not your average werewolf or an alpha. I am the Lycan king andyou are at my mercy, so if you want to stay alive, you better keep reminding me how killing you is abad decision.”

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