Chapter 36


    Zenovia


    Iy 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, Iy 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. Iy 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.


    But then I also recalled I was the one who had asked him to do that. I had begged him to fuck me, to


    mark me.


    Goodness, what a creep and a total wannabe I must have looked at him. Every little detail of how he


    yed with my hair. pushed me to the wall, ordered me to stay still, and roam his tongue inside me


    kept ying over and over in my brain.


    Oh dear moon Goddess, what would he even think of me? I had not evenpleted my first


    transformation, and I had already asked him to im me.


    Wait, had he


    My head was throbbing with pain, and I 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.


    Cahan had chewed and licked me down to thest drop. A shiver ran down my spine at that thought


    and I felt embarrassed to see him again.


    Now that all these thoughts were bombarding my mind, I could not sleep. So, I grudgingly pushed


    myself a bit toward the edge of the bed but got tangled in the sheets and slumped on the bed again.


    It was as if 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 my knees


    would carry my weight and, after a moment or two, slowly straightened while holding on to the


    bedframe for support.


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


    due to the awakening and how my body was trying to adjust to the changes


    Rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms, I made my way toward the washroom and turned the tap


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


    my first experience with sex.


    Ignoring the difort, I looked up and the first thing I noticed was how my entire body felt red and


    raw. Even the water droplets felt like needle pricks, and I saw a few light bite marks on my body.


    That reminded me of something, so I turned back to get a look at my ass, and sure enough, there it


    was, Cahan’s mark on my butt cheek.


    The others would fade and were already pale white, but this one was dark and more pronounced. A


    violent shudder of pleasure erupted from my core to think that he had marked me there.


    Iran my fingers 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 my aching muscles.


    Thus, I stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water that rxed my muscles. Grabbing one of


    the many scented shower gels from the shelf randomly, Ithered and began to scrub myself nicely,


    ensuring everyst bit of dirt was


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    removed from me.


    I turned around and took the hot water on my back, letting it flow through my hair as I felt another little


    spark on my skin, especially where the mark was.


    I looked down at it again, but it only appeared a little red. The mark seemed to be permanent, and I felt


    aroused thinking the way he had left a mark on my ass.


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    I shook my head. Since when had I begun 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 having my first glorious orgasm, I felt


    much more rxed.


    I also felt relieved knowing that no more wolves would try to lunge at me, even if my scent wafted at


    them. I had no idea how scents and mate bonds worked, but Cahan had assured me his mark would


    not let any other man look at me lustfully, and for now, I was okay with that.


    After spending the night with him, I did not even believe I would want any other person to be my mate.


    His touch and feel on my skin were heavenly and I could not even imagine wanting another male


    kissing me.


    Smiling to myself, I rinsed off the shampoo and soap and stepped out of the shower, wrapping the


    towel around my body.


    I looked at the sky and saw the sun setting on the horizon. “I take it that you spentst night quite well”


    A familiar voice reached my ears from behind. I turned around to see Drusi smiling at me.)


    I looked at her in confusion, wondering if she knew how my night had transpired, but she added, “I


    mean, now you are a werewolf too. Everybody keeps saying how it is a big event in your lives and the


    first transformation almost kills you.”


    I let out a sigh of relief at that, smiled back at her, and replied, “Oh, yes, I barely managed to awaken


    my wolf and passed out, but yeah, I am still alive”


    “And how do you feel?” She asked.


    “A bit tired and sore,” I answered honestly.


    Drusi ced a hand on her hips and did a fake pout. “Come on, Cahan found you in the woods


    when you awakened your wolf, and I know he put you to bed. Give my best friend some credit. He is


    not that bad”


    I tried to hide the blush rising up my cheeks, recalling the way her best friend had sucked me dry as


    she took a few steps to stand beside me. If only she knew how good her best friend was and how my


    mind ran wild at the thought of him touching me again.


    “If you say so,” I said, and she added, “I mean, yes, he is a bit rough and orders everybody around, but


    he is like a coconut, you know. Hard on the outside and soft on the inside”


    Again, my brain brought up the image of him ordering me to spread my legs wide apart as he licked my


    juices.


    I shook my head. I had to stop thinking about him.