Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 36

Zenovia

I lay curled up in the bed, buried in the sheets as I let myself sleep soundly after what felt like an eternity.

The room was cozy and the bed felt like it was stuffed with clouds. Despite the massive bed, I lay on it, curled like a ball except for my hair that was flying all around.

My mind had woken as I was used to getting up quite carly, mostly always before the crack of dawn, and rushing to get a cold shower before running outside my dingy cabin to start working on the chores.

My eyes barely opened a millimeter, and I hazily saw the soft sunlight filtering in through the windowpanes.

I blinked a few times, but no matter how much I tried, it felt like sleep did not want to let go of me. A yawn left my mouth that I tried to stifle but failed miserably.

Half of my mind felt sleepy, but some part of it was restlessly awake. I moved barely an inch, but my legs felt as if they were made of lead.

Even the soft breeze felt like a raging tornado to my cars and I wondered why that was the case. And then I suddenly recalled I was not wolfless anymore.

And with that realization, my senses went into overdrive again. I began to hear the distant voices of servants and maids happily chatting on the other side of the mansion wing, the sounds of birds chirping on faraway trees amplified as if they were just beside me.

I raised my hands to my ears to drown the noise and tightly shut my eyes. I lay there, trying to fight the sensory overload, when another memory came crashing to me. When I looked down, I noticed that I was stark naked.

I seldom slept naked, so I was only beginning to wonder how that happened when I recalled the night I had spent with the Lycan King himself.

He had kissed me, devoured me, and made me scream his name. I felt a pleasant shudder running up my spine at the recollection of his hands on my bare body and his mouth buried in between my legs.

I was the one who had asked him to do that. I had begged

with my hair. pushed me to the wall, ordered me to

what would he even think of me? I had not even completed my first transformation, and

Wait, had he

closed. and there was nobody in the passageway. Now, I understood why my legs, specifically

down my spine at that thought and I felt embarrassed to see him

all these thoughts were bombarding my mind, I could not sleep. So, I grudgingly pushed myself a bit toward the edge

did not want me to leave. I smiled at that thought and slowly swung my legs over the edge of the bed and let my feet touch the cool wooden floor. I tentatively checked if my knees would carry my weight and, after a moment or two, slowly straightened while holding on to the bedframe for

a moment to stretch my limbs, feeling the tightness in my muscles due to the awakening and how my body was trying to

the tap on. Every muscle protested as if reminding me of the intensity of the changes in my

my entire body felt red and raw. Even the water droplets felt like needle pricks, and I saw

something, so I turned back to get a look at my ass, and

already pale white, but this one was dark and more pronounced. A violent shudder of pleasure erupted from my core to think that he had marked me there.

so I quickly pulled away. It was like a static charge, and I knew

my muscles. Grabbing one of the many scented shower gels from the shelf randomly, I lathered and began to scrub myself nicely, ensuring every last

Chapte

removed from me.

water on my back, letting it flow through my hair as I felt another little spark

at it again, but it only appeared a little red. The mark seemed to be permanent, and I felt aroused thinking the way he had left

the Lycan King? The one night I had spent with him. was enough to

felt relieved knowing that no more wolves would try to lunge at me, even if my scent wafted at them. I had no idea how scents and mate bonds worked, but Callahan had assured me his mark would not let any other man look at me lustfully,