Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 29

Zenovia

Dancing had never felt so nice or exhilarating. I seldom danced and it would mostly be in closed doors if I was feeling particularly happy.

But I would have never imagined that Callahan would show up to the ball or that he would even ask me for a dance.

My gaze fitted to Cynthia, who was staring daggers at me. She had been trying so hard to make Callahan only focus on him, but somehow his gaze had found me

And I could not say no to laim when he asked me to dance. My heart was thudding wildly as he held me close and I inhaled his mouth watering scent.

Callahan was slow and patiently guided me to dance with him, though I was clumsy and accidentally stepped on his foot

once or twIDE

“Sorry.” I mumbled, but he shook his head.

“No need to be. Plus, I know you dance very well when you are not dressed in a flowy gown. A towel suits you more.”

My eyes went wide at that and Callahan grinned as he narled me once again before slamming my body upon his.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I gasped due to the unexpected move and lost my balance, but his hands immediately snaked around my waist, traveling up my back to hold me in place

I sluvered due to the intimate touch and tried hard to conceal the blush rising up my cheeks. My gaze fell on Cynthia, who was fuming, and if looks could kill, she must have mentally stabbed me a hundred times.

Callahan kept twirling me and slamming me on his body, and I forgot how to breathe. His touch was doing things to me. making me enjoy the way he held me and picked me up by my waist and circle around before he put me down on the ground again

My breathing was labored, and I struggled to stand straight. Callahan raised an eyebrow, “Looks like you need a break.”

I smiled and tried to lude how my knees were shaky, not because of the dance, but because of having him so close to me.

Every time he touched me, it sent sparks all over my skin, tingling down to my core

I needed to step away from him to recall that this was a dream, an illusion. It was a mate ball and he would never choose a wolfless girl like me

Thus, I gave him a weak smule and headed towards a nearby table to sit and relax. Seeing that Callahan was finally free, a few imore girls approached to dance with hum, but he shook his head and looked at me once to check if I am okay.

I gave him a thumbs up and he went to talk to the alphas while I sat quietly by the table. Cynthia ran after him after giving me a scathing look and I rubbed my neck that felt a little sore after all the twirling

A small scuffle seemed to break out within two packs and soon, most of the men went to sort it out. Meanwhile, I went to the bar and decided to drink something

The bartender was a young man, probably in his early 20s “Hello, do you have some water?”

I asked him, and he smiled at me.

“No, my lady Would you like something stronger to drink?”

His voice was sweet, and he looked cute too. “No, nothing strong. Do you have any soft drinks, anything that does not contain alcohol?”

He thought about it for a bit and replied, “Let me make you a quick drink. It will soothe your nerves.”

I thanked him for hus effort and two minutes later he handed me a glass with a blue colored liquid.

“There you go.”

1 stirred the ice cubes and the refreshing taste of lime hit me. The drink was tasty, and I finished it quite quickly.

I placed the glass on the counter and wished to go to the loo, but then I felt a sudden pain shooting up my stomach.

1 groaned, and the bartender looked at me worriedly. “Are you okay?”

1 clutched my stomach and replied. “Yes fine”

Probably all the twirling and dancing had made me dizzy, and my stomach was revolting after I had the drink.

I took a few more steps and the pain was gone. But then I broke out into intense sweat. I had put some distance between the partygoers and reached the less noisy area with no one around me.

I thought that maybe some fresh air would make me feel better. I walked towards the shrubs and flowers to distract myself.

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but the pain returned again, sharper this time.

My knees wobbled, and I lost my balance as I fell down on the ground. I could not even shout because it was hurting like hell and even if I did, my voice would not reach anybody over the music and chitchat of people around us.

I was not even aware when tears started flowing out of my eyes. The pain was too intense, too horrible.

It was as if my bones were snapping and wanted to jump out of my body.

“Argh” I winced and then suddenly I felt someone rush towards me. I was blinded by pain and felt that it was some wild animal that had come to eat me.

Thus, I thrashed against whoever it was, digging my nails into the flesh and kicking or trying to, while the pain coursing through me made me howl in pain.

This was not how I had imagined to die.

But then two strong hands slowly turned me over, making me rest on the ground.

I kicked again blindly and i felt my foot connect to someone’s face. If that was a rogue werewolf, he better leave.

Surprisingly, it was someone familiar.

“Zenovia, what is wrong? Are you hurt?” I heard a voice, but who was it that was talking to me? I knew the person, knew the touch, but the pain was not letting me recall anything.

“I..my stomach hurts everything hurts.” I said as the person pushed me up and placed my head on his lap.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked, and I said. “M–my bones, my stomach everything inside of me is on fire. I am dying

I cried, but instead of sounding worried, the person seemed amused. He only chuckled, and that made me feel even more

angry.

I tried to tear my focus away from the pain and looked up to see Callahan smiling at me. He was stroking my face, pushing the strands of hair behind me.

“You are not dying, Zenovia. I won’t let that happen. You know that, right?”

He said, and I sensed his tone get fiercer, so maybe it was just my imagination.

I groaned as his hands tried to hold me in his embrace, but I was unsure of what was going on with me.

When I did not reply, he spoke again. Talk to me Zee. What are you feeling?”

I gritted my teeth. Did he want me to write an essay on my pain? Could he not see how I was twitching and lying curled up on the ground crying my eyes out?”

“Just…just go away.” I groaned as another fresh wave of pain shot up from my spine, all the way up to my head, making every single nerve throb with a searing headache.

“Zee, do as I say. Tell me what are you feeling.”

He used his Lycan King voice and despite the pain, my brain registered how he was asserting dominance.

I tried to speak. “Lmy skin wants to peel itself off my bones…I am feeling as if my body wants to tear apart please, help me.”

Callahan reached for my face and gently caressed it, “That is good news, Zee. You are probably shifting”

He answered, and I immediately threw my eyes wide open. Shifting? I was awakening my wolf?

But how? Today was not my birthday. Usually, you awakened your wolf on the eighteenth birthday or on the next birthday when it was a full moon Most werewolves only awakened their wolf on their eighteenth birthday, so late bloomers were very rare to come across.

I had waited for three birthdays for my wolf to show up and the last birthday had luckily been a full moon, yet there was no sign of my woff

So how could I awaken my wolf right now?

It made sense somehow, yet did not.

I was already twenty–one, and it was not my birthday today. Was he simply trying to distract me from something evil?

“H–how?” I tried to ask, but his voice was drowned in my own scream that tore through my lungs. Hot, blinding pain coursed through me, making it hard for me to focus on his answer.

“Not sure of the how, but I can definitely tell that you are awakening your wolf. All these symptoms are pretty familiar to me. I have attended the awakenings of a few pups myself”

1 began writhing and twisting on the ground, thrashing wildly as the pain began to envelop me, snaking me into its vice like grip.

“Please make it go away.” I begged, as he continued speaking in a soothing voice.

“Zenovia. Listen to me!! You are strong. Fight it, fight the pain.” He said, probably for the millionth time. But the pain was

too intense.

“Please, make it stop. I can’t…it is killing me” I tried to speak between cries of agony and hysterical sobs.