Found by the Lycan King

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.

mole or a freckle. But when I angled myself to get a better look, I was

neither a mole nor a freckle.

first time I saw it, but now I sensed that it had expanded a little. There was something

spot he had chosen to place it on me, I could not

a small dagger. Was I imagining things or were

felt a small spark of friction

he had marked me. It looked plain and smooth, much like a tattoo, though if I had ever wanted one,

this

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

suddenly felt short of breath and gasped as I felt dizzy for

wall for support, I took a few deep breaths and sat down on the edge of the huge bathtub, catching

What was that?

King was the most powerful beast of all, so his mark would naturally

he was cursed, it would not have the same

I had any idea what a mate’s mark felt or looked like. Most marks I had seen of mates were pretty

Because 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.

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

risen quite up in the sky. My gaze flicked to the watch, and 1 saw that it was 10 a.m. already.

did not feel sleepy at all, so I thought about what to do next. And then I remembered that I

now and then, so I hoped to familiarize myself with them and learn to shift

on physical

were ready, the shifting would

out or worse, going in heat

towards the wardrobe and sorted through the

track pants, a red