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.

it would simply look like a mole or a freckle. But

a mole

had expanded a little. There was something circular on both the

looking at it intently, but given the spot he had chosen to place it on me, I could not look at it without straining my eyes or bending

looked a bit like a small dagger.

hand over the mark and I felt a

much like a tattoo, though if I

I not noticed this change in

recalling the way he had touched me and his lips had kissed my skin. But the euphoria died

short of breath and gasped as I felt dizzy for

few deep breaths and sat down on the edge of

What was that?

King was the most powerful beast of all, so

that as he was cursed, it

a mate’s mark felt or looked like. Most marks I had seen of mates were pretty simple and the

I knew I could not afford to even dream about having the Lycan King as my mate. I had to focus on the present and stop living in my dream world.

the shower gel. My hair felt dirty and matted, so I took my time cleaning

risen quite up in the sky. My

to do next. And then I remembered that I still had to do some training to

pack who awakened their wolves every now and then,

had to focus on physical training so

wolf were ready, the shifting would

out or worse, going in heat

through the myriad of clothes to pick one

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

hair up in a ponytail after drying it well and stepped out of