Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Callahan

(Earlier the same day)

I stood looking outside the glass window of my large mansion, my hands perched on the windowsill.

“What do you see?” I asked the girl standing behind me. She was wearing an elegant white dress and

her long flowy hair was

tied in a loose bun.

“It does not work like that, my king,” she said again

“Make it work,” I replied and I heard the defeated sigh that left her lips.

She slowly walked in my direction, looking out the window to stand beside me.

“How much time do I have?” I asked and she replied, “I am not sure, a few weeks, maybe just two

days.”

A mirthless chuckle left my lips. “To think that the lycan king is at the mercy of fate and a seer who is

not of much help.”

Drusilla pursed her lips. I could hear the pain in her voice as she replied, “I cannot help you if you won’t

help yourself, my king. We all have our fates prewritten. Yours asks you to finally walk the path you

have been avoiding”

“Fate….destiny your divine Moon Goddess…do you even believe in being in charge of your own life?”

I clenched my hands into fists and took a deep breath to control my anger. Drusilla was not the cause

of my pain or misery and there was no use lashing at her.

“Fine, I will go take a look. But I won’t promise anything.”

A relieved smile appeared on Drusilla’s face as she bowed her head, “Very well, my king. I hope you do

not ignore the signs.”

I shook my head and walked out of the mansion. Half an hour later, I was in a car with my beta

traveling to prominent packs under our rule. Drusilla was seated beside me.

“What is it that we are looking for exactly, my king?” Mateo, my beta, asked me as he drove the car.

1 let out a frustrated sigh.

“An anchor.”

Mateo’s hands almost slipped from the steering wheel and the car swiveled a bit before he regained his

control of the car.

“Matt, I don’t want to get killed.”

“Sorry, my king. But what made you finally change your mind?”

I looked outside the car window as we traveled through a less-traveled path. I did not want everybody

to just clamor around us so I asked him to drive through the fairly secluded roads.

I wanted to use that time to think and clear my head. As much as I hated Drusilla’s words, I knew she

was right.

She had proved herself time and again. I had to trust her if I did not want everything to turn to dust.

Even if it meant doing the things I despised and loathed.

And while we were traveling through the roads I felt an uneasy sensation crawl up my spine. It made

me restless and I suddenly felt claustrophobic despite the AC being on full blast and the air being chilly

around us.

I felt as if my heart was being squeezed so I immediately yelled,

“Stop the car!”

“Here? Why what happened?” Matt asked but I ignored him and threw the car door open.

I almost fell down from the car as I stumbled outside and leaned against the stone wall, gasping for

breath.

Drusilla and Matt came running after me as I took in deep breaths to calm my nerves.

What was happening to me? I had never felt such a thing before.

“We are

outside

le a school, perhaps resting a bit should do fine. We have been traveling for five hours.”

I raised my hand, “No, I should be fine,” as I got up. But Matt and Drusilla insisted that we take a break.

Thus, Matt stationed everybody outside the gate and a few manned us as I and Drusilla went to the

dean’s office.

The dean almost toppled his chair when he saw me. He immediately bent his head low and greeted

me.

“K-King Callahan, to what do I owe the pleasure of having your company? Had you given an advanced

intimation, we would have arranged a welcome party.”

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“We were just traveling and the king thought of taking a break. We would leave in some time.”

The dean immediately called some people to tend to us but I ignored him. Drusilla could look at them

and keep them off

The.

Not wanting to hear their rambling, I walked near the window and saw Matt holding some lanky kid by

the throat.

I shook my head. Matt had always been a hothead and was fiercely loyal to me. So I believed that the

kid must have done or said something against me.

Not that I cared. Everybody knew I was cursed so calling me a cursed king was not actually a far cry

from the truth. I was cursed to not have a mate on that fateful night which still haunted me to this day.

I had almost turned around but then I saw a girl come out of the crowd and yell angrily at Matt. She had

a strange aura, one I could not quite decipher.

She was wearing ordinary clothes and was too skinny and two heads shorter than Matt. But, she put

her hands on her hips and glared at him, asking him to put her friend down.

It was amusing to see her try to stand against a beta of a lycan king. Not many would do that. While

Matt ignored her, she took her backpack and swung it straight at Matt.

“Ouch, that must have hurt,” I spoke to my beta through the mind link, teasing him a little.

He turned to look in my direction and I could feel him roll his eyes, “I should just put this kid and the

little girl six feet under the ground.”

I snorted as my eyes traveled to her. She was a feisty little one but I could not see her properly.

Her hood covered most of her face. But when she saw that Matt was relentless, she bent down and

picked up her backpack again.

It was then that I saw her face.

And the moment I saw her there was this odd pain in my chest again, the same feeling of unease I had

felt earlier. But it was not just pain that I felt upon seeing her.

There was some relief and an odd sense of familiarity.

What was wrong? I could not understand. I was seeing this girl for the first time yet why did I feel the

intense need to keep her close?

But before Matt would cause any further scene, I ordered, “Let the kid go and come here.”

Matt reluctantly let go of the kid who fell down. The girl scampered to gather his belongings and our

eyes met again.

The unease returned with a fierce intensity that made me gasp again. Every nerve in my body told me

to grab her and never let go of her, to hold her in my embrace, to kiss her sweet lips, and to-

I s d back and Drusilla came rushing to me, her voice filled with concern.

“Are you alright?”

But my eyes were still on the girl as she walked away with her friend. She looked back in my direction

once again and my lycan growled in my head, not happy that she was walking away.

Weird. What was going on?