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.”

“No, I still don’t recall that

look in his eyes, as if he was wondering what it

have doubts about how Mirabel found you when she has never shown me her face in all these years, but I will unravel that mystery later. But

“What?”

“The memory that you saw… Mirabel showed that

of me and took another swig. His eyes were red, and I could see how hard he

about a truce, Selene was angered by my suggestion. I went to her bearing 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, if that meant we could put

me. “Want to guess what must

not

it mildly. Selene was furious I would even come up with such a suggestion. And to make matters worse, she found out a secret I

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

I asked after taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves…or at least tried to.

reprimanded me for becoming weak. Love and compassion were weaknesses to her, a contagious disease that could kill her army. She cursed me to live a loveless and lonely life, stating

gasp left my

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

to a truce?” I

showed me. She must have been someone important enough for the wa

vivid 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 waving her wand at

to Selene?” I

sister as well. Aislynn looked truly beautiful, as if

cry over some unknown

shocked me

Mirabel’s daughter….”

“What?”

a lot. How did that make sense? The memory showed me Mirabel standing impassively, completely unaffected by her daughter’s death.