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.

look like a mole or a freckle. But when I angled myself

was neither a

expanded a little. There was something circular on both the sides, I probably assumed them to be

on me, I could not look at it without straining my

mark had also elongated a bit downward, and it looked a bit like a small dagger. Was I imagining things or were all those things really there on my

hand over the mark and I felt a small

plain and smooth, much like a tattoo, though if I had ever wanted one, I would probably

not noticed this

erupted inside me when I brushed my fingers on the mark, recalling the way he had touched me

as I suddenly felt short of breath

deep breaths and sat down

What was that?

most powerful beast of all, so his mark would naturally signify power

that as he was cursed, it would not

I had seen of mates were pretty simple and

Because I knew I could not afford to even dream

my head and ignored the mark while lathering myself with the shower gel. My hair felt dirty and matted,

in the

what to do next. And then I remembered that

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

had to focus on physical training so that

were ready, the

worse, going in heat

walked towards the wardrobe and sorted through the myriad

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

up in a ponytail after drying it well and stepped