Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 127

Cynthia must be cursing herself for opening her mouth and trying to show off a few seconds

ago.Drusilla had always been tolerant of her and patient, so I did not know why she was acting like this.

However, Drusilla was the least of my worries. Callahan’s gaze rested on me, demanding more

explanation about what his best friend had just blurted a few moments ago.

“Uh…I told you it was just a misunderstanding.” Cynthia tried to quickly grab her purse and leave, but

Callahan raised his voice again.

“I dont remember asking you to leave.” His cold voice reached Cynthia, who played with the strap of

her dress, not knowing what to do.

“Now, Ms. Zenovia Archer, would you please be kind enough to elaborate on what my best friend said

just now?”

I looked at Cynthia, who was staring daggers at me, but he spoke to me again.

“Look at me!!”

I almost jumped out of my skin, but did as he asked.

“Did anybody threaten you

under my

my roof?”

He asked, and I pushed my

hair behind my ears.

“Uh, well, Cynthia has been bullying me for a long time.” I said and took a pause, but Callahan only

looked at me as if he wanted to hear more.

“How?”

“Um, she kept on threatening me that she was going to be the Luna and I was, at the most, your

breeder, so I should not…have any romantic thoughts about you.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and I did not like the way his expressions worsened.

“And?”

“And…uh…and she and her friends bullied me at the ball as well. They hit me a few times and warned

me to stay away from you.” C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

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Callahan grabbed the fork lying next to his dish and was twirling it in his hands.

“They hit you? Knowing that you are my pack member, and that you are under my protection?”.

Cynthia began to sweat, and I saw the way her breathing grew ragged.

“It was not like that, King. She tripped, and the wine fell on her dress and…”

“Do not talk to me unless I ask you to!!” He slammed his hand on the table and Cynthia fell silent.

“Sooo, Zenovia, go on…”

I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but I could not defy his order. And the way he stood up for me gave

me the courage to confront her again.

My earlier boost of confidence had drizzled when she mentioned their marriage, but now with him

demanding the truth, it came roaring back.

“Yes. Cynthia hates me and thinks I am getting in her way of becoming your Luna. She is deceitful,

conniving, and many times tried to harm me. She pretended to be nice to me in front of others, but

when it was just me and her, she would threaten and bully me.”

Callahan twirled the fork in his hand again. “When was the last time she did it?”

My gaze flicked to the wall clock hanging behind him. “Around half an hour ago or so.”

“And you kept silently enduring all of it?” He asked, leaving me stunned.

“I….”

He balled his hands into fists. “All those weeks of training, all of your stubbornness to not listen to me

when I ask you to not to

something…why did that evaporate when you faced her?”

Callahan asked.

I had been thinking that he would reprimand Cynthia for her actions and punish her. But he was asking

me some very pointed questions.

“I…she is working closely with you. She helped you create all the clauses and stuff…”

“How does that equal to you allowing anybody to trample you?”

His question was blunt to the point of being rude.

He then looked at Cynthia. “I hate bullies because they pick on weak people. But I also hate those who

never raise their voice against those bullies and endure everything quietly. If you cannot stand up for

yourself, how are you going to help me break the curse, Zenovia?”

His question made me rethink my decisions about staying quiet against Cynthia.

“I…” I stammered.

“Consider this as a test. She is an enemy who is torturing you and you have to escape her clutches and

come to my aid. How will you do it?”

I looked from Cynthia to him and back at her again. Was he really asking me to fight her in the middle

of the dining hall?

“I…I will fight her.”

“How? By enduring her hatred and crying silently like you are some weak crybaby?”

“I am not a crybaby.”

“What else should I think of you, Zenovia? A girl who is not even a member of your pack comes to you

and threatens you on a regular basis…under your pack’s roof and you let her. She is not at fault if she

did that, you know?”

He said and smiled at Cynthia. His words left all of us confused.

What was he trying to do here?

“Weaklings have no place in my pack. If you were weeding them out, I appreciate your effort.”

He said, taking her by surprise.

“Uh…thank you, my King,” she said, not understanding where the conversation was headed to.

“I am not a weakling,” I said, coiling my hands into fists.

Callahan proceeded to continue eating and took a bite from his dish, that had certainly gone cold by

now.

It is a shame, honestly. I am now second-guessing my decision of allowing her to be my anchor. If she

cannot even help herself, how will she be of any use to me?”

He said, eyeing Matteo, who only looked at me helplessly.

“I AM NOT A WEAKLING”

I said, my voice climbing an octave as I stormed away from the table and went to stand in front of him.

I was shaking with anger, but he dismissed me with one look.

“You cannot defeat her. You can’t even touch her without Cynthia beating you to a pulp.”

He said, and I lost my self-restraint.

I walked towards Cynthia who was smiling at me smugly. “What? You think a chance against me, girl?

The King is right.”

She said, flipping her hair and I walked towards her, raising my hand and I did not even realize when

my palm connected with her cheek as the sound of a loud slap reverberated through the hall.

“Ouch” Drusilla muttered but did not make a move to get in between us.

Cynthia grit her teeth and muttered, “you filthy breeder…”

But before she could complete her line and reach for my throat, I tackled her by raising my knee and

hitting her in the abdomen.

“K-King, they are fighting in the middle of the hall….” Matteo said, but Callahan only raised his hand to

ask him to not worry and sit down.

Cynthia reached for my hair, but I turned around and pushed my leg under hers, hitting the back of her

knee as her left leg went limp.

She let out a groan as I grabbed her by the waist and kicked her legs again, making her lose balance.

She tried grabbing at my dress for support, but I let go of her waist as she slammed into the floor, face

down.

“You should learn to shut up,” I said, my breathing labored as she writhed on the floor, hurt and

humiliated.

Cynthia jumped up again on the floor and reached for a fork to hit me,

but I ducked and elbowed her in the abdomen before grabbing her head and hitting it on the back of the

chair.

A loud thudding sound told me she had hit it quite hard, but she was not ready to give up.

“You….”

She reached for my arms, but I grabbed hers in one hand and held them in front of me.

“Yes, me, Zenovia Archer, the anchor of the Lycan King and his pack member. You learn to respect me

if you ever want to set foot in this villa again.”

I said and before she could retaliate; I head butted her, my forehead slamming into hers as she reeled

back from the impact.

“Oof” Drusilla muttered as I saw Cynthia’s vision slowly grow hazy and let go of her hands, making her

clumsily fall down on the floor again.

A faint smile appeared on my lips and I stepped back, wiping the sweat off my forehead.

I had hit her. No, I had not just hit her but put her in her place.

My gaze flicked to Callahan, who raised a glass of wine and took a sip from it, apparently pleased with

my ‘performance’.