Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 133

Zenovia

I hesitated. As much as I wanted to hear the story, I was afraid Callahan would drown himself in alcohol. I had never seen him drink like this. Or so unstable. I had seen his rage and temper…but this…seeing the most fierce king of werewolves look so helpless and miserable was new to me.

I was not sure if I could handle him if he broke down.

And, I was also dreading to hear the entire truth. My belief system was already shaken. Just how much more could I hear? Was I ready for it?

He noticed the confusing emotions flash in my eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want to hear the truth, Zee? The complete and absolute truth? I am still giving you the chance to walk away from this. You don’t have to know or hear anything.”

I gulped nervously and my hold on his hand loosened.

There was no turning back now. I was not sure when he would open up to me again if he had not even shared all of this with his trusted friends.

“You are not touching another bottle,” I added, trying my best to not let my voice shake, and stepped back as Callahan smiled and lifted the bottle to put it directly to his lips.

“You know what? Today is not the first day I saw you wandering in the forest all alone.”

I stared at him in confusion.

“No, I only left or tried to run away from you once.”

But Callahan shook his head. “Pretty sure this is the second time. The first time I saw you, just like tonight in the forest, wandering alone in the night.”

I scratched my head. How could that be possible?

“I don’t remember.”

“I only recalled it now. You did not look hurt to me in any way, so I let it slide, but I should have noticed that something was off when you did not have an answer to why you had wandered in the forest so late at night all by yourself. I only thought you did that to piss me off.”

shook my head again. “No, I still don’t recall

had that faraway look in his eyes, as if he was wondering what it could mean.

when she has never shown me her face in all these years, but

“What?”

he spoke, “The memory that you saw…

sat on the chair in front of me and took another swig. His eyes were red, and I could see how hard he was fighting to

the news of several deaths and how our forces were almost defeated. I begged her to reconsider her stance. I even offered to hold a meeting with Mirabel and maybe work as her slave for eternity,

and looked up at me. “Want to guess what must have happened?”

did not like

up with such a suggestion. And to make matters

up at me, gauging my reaction. My heart was thudding wildly. I was sure he could hear it pretty clearly

deep breaths to calm my nerves…or at

Love and compassion were weaknesses to her, a contagious disease that could kill her army. She cursed me to live a loveless and

left my mouth.

Goddess…she was so cruel?

her feet, begged and cried her to take her words back…not for myself, obviously. I did not care what happened to me. But she was a lesser Goddess and the curse came into effect the moment Selene’s words left her mouth. Aisy…or Aislynn was the girl that you saw dying in the memory. Aisy paid the price for the rivalry between Mirabel and Selene. Her death put an end to a decade old battle as Mirabel pulled back her forces while Selene received a throne on the moon. And…and I was the one who lost

lead to a truce?” I

close and cry bitterly in the memory Mirabel showed me.

and etched in my mind quite clearly of the way he had held onto her, begging Mirabel to help him. But Mirabel had stood there impassively, only

related to

had never really wondered about Selene’s bloodline, but if she had a father, she might have a sister as well. Aislynn looked truly beautiful, as if she was a goddess. So, my mind assumed she

cry over

reply shocked me once

Mirabel’s

“What?”

looked like I was asking that question a lot. How did that make sense? The memory showed