Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 74

Callahan

This girl was mad, quite literally.

The more I tried to run away from her, the more she pulled me close. And she did it so subtly, so unknowingly that it would always drive Beast mad.

Zenovia was becoming a drug, an addiction I had gotten used to.

Her little frame lay in my hands and she relaxed visibly in my arms when I touched her. As if her body knew instinctively that she was going to be safe, that nobody would ever harm her while I was around

That made me feel euphoric and wanted.

Cynthia had been challenging her to a race and I did not interfere just to see how she would react. I knew Cynthia did not really like her and I was eager to see their interaction.

But surprisingly, Zenovia proved me wrong.

Strength mattered in a person, always, but it was never just physical strength. It was the strength of the spirit, of the soul.

And Zenovia might be physically weak but she had the heart of a warrior. 1 liked that quality about her. I never took strangers in my pack, I would send the weak and injured to the hospital and ask El or Matt to look for a suitable pack for them. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

But when I first saw her back at her school, hurling her bag at Matt, I knew she was a fighter.

And then again when she had just woken up from her sleep in the hospital and I asked her to walk towards the door to prove she was fit enough.

She had crumpled down on the floor midway but given her condition she should not have been able to even take a step.

Somehow, I liked that she never tried to please me, never acted coy. She was headstrong even if she had been bullied all her life.

Пler cute little body in that tight track pants and tee, though completely covered, did not hide her well enough from my

eyes

Especially because I knew how those legs moved, how that skin felt under my touch, and how she whimpered and moaned when I kissed her, when my hands caressed her.

while running on the treadmill, she had been out of breath long ago but I just stood by the side, waiting to see how long she could go on, how long would it be before the warrior in her would give up.

And I must say that I was not disappointed. Hell, I was proud of my little lamb.

She had the face of an angel but the tenacity and grit of a devil. And I loved that about her.

Beast, my lycan, was silently cheering for her, hoping that she would win, and was delighted when she actually surpassed Cynthia’s speed.

I knew how much effort it must have taken for her to do that, Ordinary humans did not have the strength of a wolf. Plus. Cynthia had been training for years, was the daughter of the most powerful alpha in my kingdom, and had received the best instructors to train her.

Hence, even if this treadmill race was a small thing, for Zenovia, it was definitely a big achievement.

I could not wait for her to grow strong, awaken her wolf, and shift. The thought turned me on to see her wolf but I had to hold myself back.

I had to resist the temptation, especially after what Drusilla had told me a few days back. The thought had left me truly shaken and worried about Zenovia. Since then I decided to put some distance from her.

But now, she was safe in my arms and I could not help but gaze at her as I carried her up the stairs to her room.

Zenovia was drenched in sweat, and her heartbeat had quickened. She had passed out but I knew the determination that she showed would soon help her find her wolf.

And I wanted to be around during her first shift. I hoped to see her transform into the glorious she wolf she would become. I reached the floor of her room, gently pushed the door away with one of my legs, and walked in.

Careful not to wake her, I slowly put her on the bed and went to throw open the windows. The A.C. would be too cold for her and she had to cool down at a natural speed so the breeze flowing through the windows would help.

She groaned a little when I was trying to put her feet together and I could not help but touch her calves.

She groaned again. She had overexerted herself and her muscles would be stiff and sore if she did not loosen them.

But given that she was passed out, it would not be possible.

I could simply ask Maria to give her a small massage but Maria was busy in the kitchen.

‘Liar, why don’t you admit that you can’t keep your hands off her Beast spoke in my head.

*Shut up, I am not a creep to touch her when she is asleep” I retorted to my lycan in my head who chuckled softly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slowly reached for her feet and took her shoes off. Then, I slowly pulled them away and took the socks off as well.

Her feet looked red and sore so I began gently massaging her feet and heels. I heard the sigh leaving her lips and the way she twitched in her sleep, her body telling me that she needed this.

I slowly knead my fingers, massaging her skin and allowing blood to flow and her muscles to relax.

Seeing that she was not waking up, I gently pulled up her track pants, only to her knees, and rolled them up.

Then I began massaging her calf too. It felt rigid and stiff like a board so hopefully this massage would allow her to walk a little when she woke up.

After around 20-25 minutes, I had turned her on her back and rubbed her back, shoulders, and legs along with most of the pain points I knew needed some gentle massaging.

When I turned her back after I was done. I got up to leave, not wanting to stare stupidly at her face. But then her hand reached for mine.

I felt a little spark ignite in me when her fingers curled around mine. Was she really passed out or was she just acting?

No, she could not. No human would have the energy to act like this after burning themselves out.

A small smile appeared on my lips when I saw her behave like that. A weird fluttering sensation erupted in my stomach that I told myself was because of lack of sleep and an empty stomach.

I hesitated for a second as she let go of my hand and then moved her head to the side, some of the hair falling on her face. The sweat had dried away a hit but some of it was still on her face, making her hair stick to her skin. Her hair was now plastered to her face.

“No, don’t do it,” Beast remarked as if challenging me to do the opposite and I smirked,

“I wasn’t going to

Beast made an indignant sound and I ignored it as I slowly walked out of her room and closed the door behind.

She needed to rest but she would also need to eat something healthy and filling so that she does not pass out again.

Hence, I climbed down the stairs and looked for Maria.

“Maria, where are you?”

Maria was, as expected, in the kitchen. She had an apron tied to her dress and bits of powder clinging to her hair.

“Yes, Your Majesty?” she came running outside and I muttered,

“Zenovia is burned out. When she gets up, give her something light at first, maybe orange juice or something, and then get her to cat some protein. But don’t overdo it.”

Maria nodded excitedly. “Yes sure. In fact, even Elijah gave me a big list of things she was supposed to eat in greater quantities and then some that she had to consume in moderation.”

I raised an eyebrow, “El

Marai nodded again, “Yep. I have a diet chart given by gamma Elijah for Zenovia.”

“Great” I mumbled and Maria walked away.

I tried to look unaffected by it. It seemed that my gamma was getting too interested in her.

-I shook my head. Elijah just was too sweet and loved helping everyone. I was getting too carried away with my emotions.

Or rather, it was my lycan, Beast, who was toying with them.

Beast.

My lycan, who would soon take complete control over me if I did not do something about it.

Was he the reason I felt this urge to not take my eyes away from her whenever she appeared? Why her?

What was Zenovia to me? My breeder? My bane? Or my boon?

And why did I feel this irresistible pull toward her as if she was the only thing that would keep me sane and alive?

I stood there as these confusing thoughts churned through my head.

And as if in response to the questions, a voice reached out to me, breaking me out of my trance,

“Because she is your tether”