Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 37

Zenovia

I might not be completely wolfless now, but I had yet to do a complete transformation. My wolf had not shown up in my

head either.

The process had just begun before my body collapsed, then I went into heat and Callahan had to mark me.

It was not as if he had done that willingly and he would most probably want a strong werewolf by his side, not a girl who could not even properly awaken her wolf.

I had to stop dreaming about him and focus on connecting with my inner wolf. Partly, I think I had also asked him to mark. me because I did not want others to know I had failed at my first transformation.

I had already been treated as trash because of being a late bloomer and now if people learned that I unexpectedly awakened my wolf or tried to, when it was not even my birthday…I would become a laughing stock for everyone again.

I did not want that. Also, the fact that Callahan’s mark was hidden from everyone would give me time to properly connect with my wolf and then have better control of myself and my emotions if I ever went in heat again.

And a tiny part of me hoped that Callahan would be the one to quench my heat this time too.

1 shook my head for the millionth time and reprimanded myself for not being able to control my thoughts.

“Hey, where are you lost?” Drusilla asked, and I mumbled. “Nothing. So did you sleep well yesterday?”

Drusilla nodded her head and began talking about something random excitedly.

She seemed like a very nice person and she was the complete opposite of Callahan. While Callahan was blunt, rude, and bossy. Dru was chirpy, smiled a lot, and offered a pleasing company.

I could not even imagine how the two could be best friends with such opposite personalities.

She kept talking about the people she met at the ball while I listened to her. She was quickly turning out to be a friend I would like to keep for life.

We were sitting at a table as we saw the servants take off the setup, flowers, and arrangements from yesterday night. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

I did not have much supervision to do, so I sat outside with her by a table, watching the surroundings while chatting with

her.

It was almost midnight when she finally said, “I am tired, I need to sleep. I have been talking for hours“. I looked at the watch and realized that I had spent hours talking to her about the most random stuff.

“Oh then please go take some rest. Sorry to hold you up”

Drusilla stifled a yawn while looking at me quizzically. “And you? Are you not tired? We have not eaten anything since evening.”

I lied. “The morning lunch was very filling and I don’t feel hungry yet”

My stomach grumbled at the same time, and she stuck her tongue out.

“Liar, come let us eat something and then I will dump you in your room.”

It felt nice to have someone care for me after such a long time. Back home, nobody ever cared if I had been working for hours or had not eaten anything.

I had learned to satisfy my hunger by forcing some cold bread down my throat and drinking gallons of water to make me feel full.

But I guess my stomach was craving some delicious food again. Maybe it was my wolf, who was making me feel hungry.

I hoped she would show up soon and talk to me.

While I was wondering about my wolf, Drusilla grabbed my arm and began dragging me inside.

“Oh come on, I know you are hungry, let us eat something”

I tried to refuse, saying that it was an odd hour, and the maids were probably overworked and must have gone to sleep.

Drusilla turned to look at me with an amused smile and replied, “This mansion never really sleeps”

And before I could argue further, we were inside the large hall of the mansion and I did see a lot of activity.

There were a few servants repairing some stuff, a few taking cutlery through the stairs up towards Callahan’s office, and maids hurrying up and down as well.

Confused, I threw Drusilla a look and she gave me a look that said, “Told you”

“Callahan works like a madman, he is always coming up with something to keep himself occupied and the rest of us too. So

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don’t bother, you are not dragging anyone out of their sleep.”

Drusilla walked forward and she called out to Maria.

“Hey Maria, do you have something for us?”

Maria, who was carrying a tray filled with tea kettle and cups, nodded her head vigorously.

She called out to another servant and asked him to take it upstairs while she came towards us.

“Yes, I kept seeing you two sitting outside and enjoying the sunset but then you two never left the table. I kept wondering when you girls would feel hungry.”

Maria looked at me with a kind smile and added, “What would you like to eat?”

My eyes, however, were on the servants rushing into Callahan’s office.

“What is going on?” I asked, eyeing the hubbub, and she waved her hand, “Oh nothing. His Majesty loves to have hot tea or coffee when he is working on something. And he has had like 10 cups already but still wants more.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “Ten cups already?”

“Oh, that is nothing. You should see when he is awake all night. He finishes around 30-40 cups of coffee easily. And when he still feels drowsy, he then switches to tea.”

I looked at Drusilla, but she simply stifled a yawn and added, “Enough of Callahan talk. I am hungry!! Let us eat!!”

Maria chuckled as Drusilla dragged me towards the dining hall while Maria brought in some food.

It was just as delicious as my first lunch with Drusilla and I felt full almost immediately, but I could not stop myself from taking a bite of everything that was offered.

Drusilla finished her dish first and gave a satisfied smile, “Goodness, now I am drowsy. It is fun to have company to eat.”

I played with the spoon and fork on my plate. “Don’t you guys have lunch or dinner together?”

I asked. Ever since last night. I had not seen Callahan.

I had been sitting outside with Drusilla, hoping that he would come to talk to her, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Just what was keeping him so busy?

And what if after last night, he thought of me like a clingy, creepy girl? Or maybe he did not want to see me again after seeing how bad I was, both at sex and controlling my emotions.

How would I even meet his eyes again? Part of me wanted to never see him again, but another thought I had to apologize to force himself to mark me. My brain was confused, and I did not know whether to look for him or hide.

I tried to ignore that thought as I got up from the dining table and bid Drusilla goodnight. Walking up the stairs, I reached the upper floor.

My room was on the other end of the mansion, while Callahan’s office was on the opposite end. I looked at the watch and it was now well past 1 am.

A servant came out of the office carrying empty teacups and was hurrying downstairs.

I stopped him and asked, “Is the King very busy?”

He nodded. “He has asked for yet another kettle filled with tea.”

“How many cups has he had so far?” I could not help but ask.

The servant shrugged “I am not sure Miss, but it seems like around thirty.”

Saying so, he hurried downstairs and rushed towards the kitchen. I craned to look in the direction of Callahan’s office and saw the lights on.

The glass paneled walls did not give me a good look at the inside as he had also drawn some blinds.

I could roughly see his silhouette as he seemed to be studying something with his body bent down on the table. His strong muscular frame easily stood out from the other men around him, his beta and gamma to be precise, who were also buff but Callahan looked as if he had been perfectly sculpted to perfection by the moon Goddess herself.

And that perfect man had roamed his hands all over me while his mouth had devoured me.

But then I saw another figure, that of a girl, with a slender body and long hair, leaning down on the table with him. From this angle and the shadows, I could only make out that the girl was standing very close to him.

A flare of jealousy ignited within me to think that this was the task that was keeping him busy all day. I felt a surge rise in me, wanting to rip whoever was beside him.

of hatred

Was this also a side effect of having undergone a failed transformation?