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.

asked him to do that. I had begged

what a creep and a total wannabe I must have looked at him. Every little detail of how he played with my hair. pushed me to the wall, ordered me to stay still, and roam his tongue

I had not even completed my first transformation, and I had already asked him to claim me.

Wait, had he

closed. and there was nobody in the passageway. Now, I

the last drop. A shiver ran down my spine at that thought and I felt

I could not sleep. So, I grudgingly pushed myself a bit toward the edge of the bed but got tangled in the sheets

the edge of the bed and let my feet touch the

a moment to stretch my limbs, feeling the tightness in my muscles due to

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

red and raw.

of something, so I turned back to get a look at my ass, and sure enough, there

one was dark and more pronounced. A

away. It was like

shower and turned on the hot water that relaxed my muscles. Grabbing one of the many scented shower gels from the shelf randomly, I lathered

Chapte

removed from me.

my back, letting it flow through my hair as I

be permanent, and I felt

had spent with him. was enough to keep my heat at bay,

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