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

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 inside me kept playing

of me? I had not even completed my first transformation, and I

Wait, had he

slowly pulled myself up into a sitting position. Thankfully, the doors were closed. and there was nobody in the passageway. Now, I understood why my legs, specifically my core, felt so raw.

had chewed and licked me down to the last drop. A shiver ran down my spine at that

mind, I could not sleep. So, I grudgingly pushed myself a bit toward the edge of the

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

single muscle ached, so I took a moment to stretch my limbs, feeling the tightness in my muscles due to the

Every muscle protested as if reminding

I noticed was how my entire body felt red and raw. Even the water

get a look at my ass, and sure enough, there

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

over it and I felt a spark, so I quickly pulled away. It was like a static charge, and I knew I needed a hot bath to soothe

of the many scented shower gels

Chapte

removed from me.

through my hair as I felt another little spark on my skin, especially

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

spent with him. was enough to keep my heat at bay, and after having my first glorious orgasm, I felt much

my scent wafted at them. I had no idea how scents and mate bonds worked, but Callahan had assured me his mark