All Chapters of The Lycan King's Scarred Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

-Roman- It had gone so well. My little mate had finally begun to let me close. She had told me she wanted me to kiss her again, and she had even told me her name in exchange for another kiss. If she had not wanted to give me her name, it would not have stopped me from kissing her. I still wanted to feel those soft pink lips against mine, and taste her sweet taste. She tasted like the Scotch she had drunk, and it was a nice little spark to the kiss. It turned me on so much just kissing the little wolf. But one knock on the door, and it was like she turned into a different person. She looked at me like I had… I wasn’t sure… defiled her? Like I had forced her to kiss me and tell me her name, and she pushed away from me. Her reaction shocked me so much I had no time to react. She stormed to the door and ripped it open after unlocking it. The person on the other side was just a normal female wolf too, and she looked at Ana shocked, as she ran down the hallway. “Ana!” I yelled after her, a

-Anastasia- I was lying in the hot bath, not sure what to do with myself. The next morning I had felt… lost. I was just so confused after everything. I had only told my cousin a small thank you before I had escaped to my room. He had asked if he needed to come help me get in bed, but I was told I was already feeling better and that the car drive had helped sober me up. I had run into my room and I had locked the door. I had just thrown myself down on the bed, memories suddenly floating through my mind, showing me pictures of the king. My lips tingled as I thought about our kiss… my body turned warm thinking about his hands on me… and my ass when it hit the covers stung a little, making me remember the delicious punishment he had given me for being disrespectful. I shouldn’t like it, but I had. I had liked it a lot. I wasn’t sure it could even be called a punishment. Shouldn’t a punishment not be hated and not enjoyed? What was the king doing to me? Why was he suddenly making me feel l

-Anastasia- I was sitting halfway out of my cousin’s truck, trying to avoid the warm sun and just reading a book as I sometimes glanced at all the wolves surrounding the lake. I wasn’t sure what had made me decide to come, though. I had told my cousin I couldn’t imagine anything worse than going to the lake with all his friends and friends of his friends. There were so many wolves around the lake, having fun, drinking, swimming and… sneaking off together. Some didn’t even sneak off. They almost did it right there on the side of the lake, making me roll my eyes a little. Yet heated memories of a certain lycan appeared in my head. I quickly shook it, trying very hard not to think about him. He seemed to invade my head more and more, even though I had not seen him since the party. I woke up every morning now drenched in sweat and with a sharp pulsing feeling between my legs I couldn’t ignore. The king had fucked with my body. There was no other way to describe it. He had turned on some h

-Anastasia- I ran my hand down the dark red dress I was wearing. I had my dark hair up and a little makeup on. I really didn’t want to go out tonight, but after the last party I attended, my aunt really wanted me to come out tonight. She couldn’t really accept a no. She feared it meant I was going backwards instead of forwards. Maybe the king will also be there tonight! “Come on… it’s a werewolf party, not a lycan party. Why would he be there?” I asked her. Why not? It’s a powerful family. “No, lycans like to stick to their own parties. They don’t like to mingle with the likes of us,” I told her. My wolf sighed and laid down, feeling a little defeated. She really wanted to find our family’s killers, and I did, too. The king might just be the key. But this party was for werewolves. I knew the lycan king wouldn’t bother. No lycan would. “Besides, do we want to see him parade his new queen around?” I asked. What does it matter? We aren’t trying to take the place as the new queen.

-Anastasia- The Lycan King and I were staring right at each other. Neither of us moved or anything, but he was smiling, and I could see how happy he was to see me. Why was he happy, though? Did he not already have a queen? I had even run from him. I thought he might be angry, but maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he had finally opened his eyes and seen we were not a match. We did not fit together and now he was going to reject me tonight. I don’t see his queen, though. She doesn’t need to be at his side all the time, I told my wolf. My wolf knew I was correct, but she stayed guarded, as the king finally move, creeping closer, sliding his glass over the table, as he stepped closer to me. He was now only inches from me, casually leaning against the surface of the bar counter as he smiled at me. He surprised me as he reached out and grabbed a small lock of my hair, playing with it before letting it fall. “I have been looking for you, little mate,” he said. He had? He has? I felt myself