Found by the Lycan King

Chapter 96

Zenovia

My skin and my heart cried at the loss of touch of his lips. It was as if he saw something alarming and stopped abruptly.

Only heavens knew how could he stop to inspect something in the middle of such a passionate make-out session but then there were plenty of things about him that surprised me.

I was lying on the mud, face down when he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me up, all the way in his lap.

I shivered and waited for his lips to start kissing the mark again but he did not. He just plucked me up from the ground and placed me on his lap, my bare butt almost in his face.

When he did not move or make a sound, I tried to straighten and crane my neck to see what was going on, but there was a light slap on my thigh, asking me to stay the way I was.

So, I went down again, propping my chest up on the ground by placing my elbows’ down for support.

Slowly, Callahan’s thumb reached up and caressed my mark and the touch sent a shiver of delight tingling up my spine.

Yes, it was happening again. I could not wait.

But he continued to brush his finger on the spot and murmured, “It changed”

Huh?

What changed?

The color of my skin? Or was my skin a bit saggy down there?

I wondered for a brief minute but he repeated, “It looks different”

Dread filled my heart. Did the prolonged contact with water make my skin look wrinkled and saggy?

I hope that didn’t turn him off.

“The mark… it has changed”

Oh.

-A wave of relief coursed through me.

“You never told me,” He said in an accusatory tone.

“I…I didn’t really notice” I gave him a white lie. I did notice the change once but then given the hellish training he made me go through, I barely had time to sleep or eat.

Often times I would just run to the shower, and be out of it in two minutes maximum.

The hesitation in my voice did not go unnoticed and I was rewarded with a light slap again.

“Don’t lie to me!” He muttered and I stayed silent because I could not think of anything.

“What do you remember sudden interview session.

What did it look like last time you saw it?” He asked and Twas getting mildly annoyed

been doing just a moment ago? Why did he have to be such a buzzkill?

huff and answered, “Uh, not sure. But I think I saw a moon and maybe a dagger. But

as he pulled me near him, almost slamming

my thighs and he turned me around as if I weighed

my eyes could see the fire raging in his eyes all over again. The veins in his hands were popping as if he was exercising immense self

you feel something?”

blinked. I was feeling things… loads of

my lips to speak when his hands went in my hai my skin, and face and I

bare skin.

heat prickle my skin wherever his gaze

doin

head back. His

land

as ift.

and I tried to

touching me, leaving fiery kisses as they

admitted, cheeks flaming red. Surely, he would not like it

the answer and the smirk that

feel her?” He asked and it was as if everything snapped

kissing me only because he wanted to help me find a wolf? Not because he wanted

as tears stung the back of my

go of my hair and slowly pushed me away from his lap. He ran a hand through his hair, still looking at me, at my chapped lips

my lips longer than usual but he looked away, reaching for the buttons of

not bury myself in shame. Pulling my knees closer to myself,

as he was playing with the buttons of his shirt. But then he took his shirt off and held it in front of

we should go back home. It is

about my wolf or mention how he felt disappointed but I could

line I had said to him, that I was still

as he muttered, “Your clothes

word as I wore his shirt and got up from the ground. It was quite large and reached my thighs but it was still wet and my hardened peaks were still visible from under

I looked up

my

doubts at it,

make me suffer so much? Why would you not give me my wolf? What have I done to make you

like this?’

after question, all directed at the moon began churning in my mind. I was not sure if I was annoyed at

was because I

way

then why did I feel so empty instead of blissful? And why did a small part of my was

motive. Well, at least not THE primary

brain

and neither of us made an effort to speak. Thoughts of how I should simply leave the werewolf world began to churn in my head again.

My gaze wish.