Found by the Lycan King by Natalie Winter novel Chapter 63

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. 

So, I assumed it would simply look like a mole or a freckle. But when I angled myself to get a better look, I was left stunned. 

The mark was neither a mole nor a freckle. 

It had been a small spot the first time I saw it, but now I sensed that it had expanded a little. There was something circular on both the sides, I probably assumed them to be crescent moons, and were those clouds in the center? 

I tried looking at it intently, but given the spot he had chosen to place it on me, I could not look at it without straining my eyes or bending myself at an odd angle. 

The mark had also elongated a bit downward, and it looked a bit like a small dagger. Was I imagining things or were all those things really there on my body? 

I slowly rubbed my hand over the mark and I felt a small spark of friction the moment I touched it. 

“Ouch,” I winced when I touched my skin where he had marked me. It looked plain and smooth, much like a tattoo, though if I had ever wanted one, I would probably get it on a part of my body I could see and admire. 

Why had I not noticed this change in the mark before? 

A wave of pleasure erupted inside me when I brushed my fingers on the mark, recalling the way he had touched me and his lips had kissed my skin. But the euphoria died down shortly as there came a certain unease. 

It soon bubbled up as I suddenly felt short of breath and gasped as I felt dizzy for a moment. 

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

What was that? 

The Lycan King was the most powerful beast of all, so his mark would naturally signify power and strength. 

But had he not said that as he was cursed, it would not have the same effect as a mate’s mark? 

Not that I had any idea what a mate’s mark felt or looked like. Most marks I had seen of mates were pretty simple and the mates would always stare at each other as if nobody else mattered. 

I imagined what it would be like to have somebody look at me like that. 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. 

Thus, I shook my head and ignored the mark while lathering myself with the shower gel. My hair felt dirty and matted, so I took my time cleaning it thoroughly and after almost an hour, I was done. 

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I noticed that the sun had risen quite up in the sky. My gaze flicked to the watch, and 1 saw that it was 10 a.m. already. 

I did not feel sleepy at all, so I thought about what to do next. And then I remembered that I still had to do some training to help me shift. 

There must be a few members in the pack who awakened their wolves every now and then, so I hoped to familiarize myself with them and learn to shift soon. 

I also had to focus on physical training so that when 

my body and my wolf were ready, the shifting would happen without 

me passing out or worse, going in heat like last time. 

Thus, I walked towards the wardrobe and sorted through the myriad of clothes to pick one suitable for training- 

After five minutes, I was ready to train in my black track pants, a red sports bra, a red tee, and black sports shoes 

I also tied my hair up in a ponytail after drying it well and stepped out of the room with a bottle in hand. 

Thankfully, I did not bump into the Lycan King as I strode out through the room and walked down the stairs.