Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 21

Zenovia

I kept staring at Callahan–blankly as he pulled the door close while muttering, “I hope that was enough of an answer” The door fell shut softly as I heard his receding footsteps.

I fell on the bed again, lost in thought at what had just happened. I was amazed at the way he had gotten his point across.

I recalled the day I had run away from Sid and his men, worried for my safety and life, getting scratched and thinking this was the last day of my life when I had accidentally bumped into Callahan’s car.

He had run out of his car and held me in his arms protectively. And, I had passed out just like the cub in his sotry. Had I looked at him with relief when I saw him? I had been too exhausted and weak to take just one more step. And Callahan had not only provided me with medical care and attention, but also comfort and luxury.

So, according to him, his ideals were to not hurt the sick and weak? That seemed nice, and I was almost going to sag in relief when another disturbing thought popped up in my head.

He did not like taking someone out like a coward. So, was he going to heal me completely, ensure that I was healthy and

then kill me?

Isn’t that what humans did to the wrongdoers? They never executed the sick or weak but treated them well and only executed them when they were healthy, as it was against their moral code to kill someone when he was weak.

My heart began to thunder wildly at that thought.

Yes, that was what he was doing. He had called me a cub, so surely that theory fit perfectly.

I was a sacrificial lamb for him. He was going to raise me, feed me with delicious food, and care for him until I was big and healthy enough to be sacrificed.

I shuddered at that thought and was relieved that I had finally worked it out. But instead of letting worry cloud my judgement, I began to direct my attention towards the plan.

I had to make him believe that I was thankful for saving me. I had to gain his trust so that he would let me roam around freely and everybody would grow less suspicious of me. And when the time was right and nobody was looking, I would sneak out, never to be seen again.

I smiled at myself and let go of the sheets. Walking towards the wardrobe, I pulled out a simple jeans and a full sleeves cream colored blouse, paired it with plain white shoes and headed out.

Smoothing my hair with my fingers, I kept walking through the passageway and climbed down the stairs.

I was adjusting the strap of my dress when I reached the floor and bumped into someone.

I would have fallen but somebody stopped my fall, “Oh sorry, I did not see you there”

A tall and handsome man said to me with a smile. He gently help me straighten and I mumbled, “I should be the one who apologizes. I was not paying attention.”

The man chuckled as he wove a hand through his dark, silky hair. He was cute and seemed very friendly.

Extending a hand, he introduced himself, “Hello, I am Elijah, gamma to King Callahan.”

I hesitated a second before taking his hand in mine and lightly shaking it. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“I am Zenovia. King Callahan’s…”

I began, but trailed off. What was I to him? He had never told me that?

Sacrificial lamb, breeder, traitor….there were so many ways to introduce myself. I bit my lower lip nervously, wondering. what to answer when he shricked.

“Oh my God, I am finally meeting the star Zenovia everybody has been gushing about since forever”

I threw him a confused look. Who was talking about me?

He gave me a low bow and added, “I am honored to meet you, Miss Zenovia”

I nodded and smiled, “The pleasure is mine.”

“Were you looking for someone? I could help you with whatever it is.”

“Oh, I am not sure where King Callahan’s office is. I wished to talk to him about the mate ball.”

Elijah whooped his hand in the air. “Yes! So Drusilla was not lying to me. You see, she is quite the prankster.”

He jumped excitedly and I could not help but chuckle at his childlike glee.

“Well, that depends on whether the King allows me to be a part of the preparations.”

Elijah smiled. “Oh, we all are going to make him convince.”

I nodded, and we began walking towards Callahan’s office. He seemed to be busy talking to someone, so we waited outside.

The blinds were partly drawn, and I could not help but take a peek inside. Callahan was seated on a chair and was looking intently at someone.

I tried craning my neck further to see who it was. And my eyes fell on a beautiful girl who was seated opposite him.

She had one hand resting on the armrest while another on her knee. She was wearing a short dress and her long, slender legs were almost touching Callahan’s shoes. Her hair fell in elegant waves upon her shoulder as she laughed at something.

The two appeared to be talking to each other politely, and I even saw Callahan smile at her once or twice.

Suddenly, I became self–aware of the dress I was wearing. I should have chosen something more appealing instead of dressing so plainly.

But then I mentally scolded myself. Why did I care of what Callahan thought of my dress?

I shook my head, and Elijah gently tapped on my shoulder. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Huh” I blinked and then added, “Yeah, I…I am fine”

He had brought a cup of coffee and handed it over to me.

“Are you sure? You look a little pale.” Elijah observed, and I gave him a small smile.

“I am just nervous.”

He immediately came to stand beside me and spoke in a soft voice, “Hey, Zen….can I call you Zen?”

I nodded, and he continued, “Listen, Zen. Callahan is a nice guy. He is not going to bite your head off for just wanting to help.”

I gulped and could not help but cast a glance in the direction of his office. The girl was now leaning forward and had placed. a hand on Callahan’s hand and was murmuring something softly.

It was hard to see her face as her hair fell forward, blocking my view of his face, but from this angle, they seemed close, too close.

My idiotic brain decided to remind me of the way Callahan had kissed me and I felt goosebumps spring up all over my

skin.

The coffee cup dropped from my hand and I fumbled, “I…I think I am feeling sick”

Elijah called out to me, but I could not stand there anymore, not with Callahan kissing that girl and doing God knows what

else.

I tried to swallow the tears that were threatening to leak and dabbed my eyes quickly.

Elijah came running towards me and stopped me.

“Zen, what is the matter? Did I do something?”

I shook my head. I was not even sure what I was feeling or why. It was not as if I had any claim on Callahan or that I could. even dream of him.

Yet, I was beginning to feel things for him, things I had never felt for anyone. It was too confusing.

“No–nothing. I think I am still a little sick,” 1 mumbled, and then I heard the door of the office open.

The lock clicked softly and Callahan stepped out, dressed in the same blue shirt and black pants I had seen him in a while

ago.

He looked at Elijah and me, and his gaze fell on our joined hands. His eyes furrowed as he asked,

“Is there a problem?”

Elijah turned to look at him and replied, “Not really, King. I think Zen just got cold feet.”

“Zen?”

Callahan asked pointedly, and I sniffed as his gaze went back to Elijah, who was still holding my hand.

“Yes, her. She wanted to talk to you about the ball but suddenly got nervous and wanted to run away, so I was trying to

calm her.”

“A ball? Are we having a mate ball?”

An unknown, feminine voice asked. I looked up to see the same girl who was inside Callahan’s office step out to see what

was going on.

She was extremely beautiful, had perfectly painted nails, and her heels clicked softly against the floor.

The girl’s gaze fell on me and she gave me a quick once over before turning her attention to Callahan.

“Did you finally agree to have a mate ball, Cal?” She scooted near him and her hand almost brushed his.

“Not really, Cynthia.”

She took his hand in her own and held it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

And I felt like squeezing her neck hard, and choking her to death.