Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter

Chapter 63

Zenovia

The moment I reached my room, I sagged in relief. The first thing I did was close the door and fall down on the bed.

I was too tired by the hundreds of thoughts churning through my head, so I simply closed my eyes and let sleep overtake my mind.

Thus, I lay on the bed and was pulled into the land of dreams soon enough. However, my sleep was plagued with various memories of my life.

My father’s indifference to his wife’s scheming, the way he had said I was not his blood, and the way Sid had claimed to want me, began to haunt me.

I shuffled restlessly on the bed, my fingers twisting the sheets I lay on, and then another face popped up in front of me.

The golden eyed man who had ruined me for anybody else. He looked at me hungrily, his gaze dipping to my lips and in a second he came closer and stood directly in front of me.

I looked up at him with a mixture of emotions but he only grabbed my head, gathering a fistful of hair in his hand, and muttered, “You are mine to torture”

He then brought his lips dangerously close to mine, and I leaned forward to capture them, my body reacting to his touch and my heartbeat quickening abruptly, but he let go of me and walked away, fading into darkness.

“No, wait.” I shot my hand to grab the empty air and realized he was not around.

1 let out a frustrated groan, and my eyes opened a second later. Even in dreams, this man would not let me have peace.

I tried to calm my mind and fall asleep again, but the thoughts just wouldn’t leave me alone, so I got up and went to the bathroom for a shower.

The hot water was invigorating, and it soothed my aching muscles but also prickled my skin. I turned around to look at my butt and saw that it was slightly red. I had never bothered looking at the mark of the Lycan King as it had just looked like a bite mark

But now when I peered at it, the mark seemed to have a definite shape.

Curious, I walked near the mirror and tried to angle myself to take a better look. I was not aware of what mate marks were supposed to look like, as 1 had always assumed it was a very intimate thing between two mates.

a mole or a freckle. But when I angled myself to get a better

neither a mole

the first time I saw it, but now I sensed that it had expanded a little. There was something circular on both

it on me, I could not look at it without straining my eyes or bending myself at an odd

small dagger. Was I imagining things or were all those things really there on my

my hand over the mark and I felt a small spark of friction

when I touched my skin where he had marked me. It looked plain and smooth, much like a tattoo, though if I had ever wanted one, I would probably get it on a part

noticed this change in the mark

the way he had touched me and his lips

felt short of breath and gasped as

few deep breaths and sat

What was that?

all, so his mark would naturally signify power and strength.

he was cursed, it would not have the

a mate’s mark felt or looked like. Most marks I had seen of mates were pretty simple and the mates would always stare at each other as if nobody

to have somebody look at me like that. Because I knew I could not afford to even dream about having the

the mark while lathering myself with the shower gel. My hair felt dirty and matted, so I took my time cleaning it thoroughly and after

had risen quite up in the sky. My gaze flicked to the watch, and 1 saw that

all, so I thought about what to do next. And then I

members in the pack who awakened their wolves every now and then, so I hoped to familiarize myself with

also had to focus on physical

and my wolf were ready, the shifting would happen

or worse, going in

sorted through the myriad of clothes to pick one suitable for

five minutes, I was ready to train in my black track pants, a red sports bra, a red tee, and black sports

also tied my hair up in a ponytail after drying it well and stepped out of the