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.

who had asked him to do that. I had begged him to fuck me, to mark me.

my hair. pushed

dear moon Goddess, what would he even think of me? I had not even completed my first transformation, and I had already asked him to

Wait, had he

into a sitting position. Thankfully, the doors were closed. and there was nobody in the passageway. Now, I understood why

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

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

the bed 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

in my

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

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

so I turned back to get a look at my ass, and sure enough, there it was, Callahan’s mark on

and were already pale white, but this one was dark and more pronounced. A violent shudder of pleasure

like a static

the 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 and began to

Chapte

removed from me.

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

to be permanent, and I felt aroused thinking the way he

fantasizing so much about the Lycan King? The one night I had spent with him. was enough to keep my heat at bay, and after

how scents and mate bonds worked, but Callahan had assured me his mark would not let any other