All Chapters of The Lycan King's Scarred Mate: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

-Roman- I was so shocked by what my little mate told me. I had not at all expected that, and I had no words to speak afterwards. Ana was shaking though as she spoke the words, and I heard the hatred in her voice. The one she had probably carried all her life. She told me she had been ten when she got burned, and all she had said was it was a house fire. Now she told me that house fire was intentionally. She told me lycans had come and killed her family and they had set her house on fire, almost killing her too. I couldn’t barely understand her words. Why had I never heard of this? Why hadn’t I been told of lycans going around killing innocent wolves? Or was her family not so innocent? I only seemed to have more questions, but my mate took off before I could ask her any and I was too stunned to follow her. Some things made sense though, like why she hated lycans. If she had truly witnessed her family get killed or at least watched the massacre afterwards, it really was not so surprisin

-Roman- My mate had run from me once more. She had made me search the whole house for her, and I had not found her. But I had picked up her scent a little, and it hadn’t been long before I saw her being carried out of the house in the arms of another guy. It made that old ancient need rise in me again, but it wasn’t mating and marking it told me to do. No, it told me to defend what was rightfully mine and kill anyone and anything that tried to take her from me. I had really not expected her to see her being carried out of the house by a strange man, and I was ready to tear him limb from limb. Good thing he let her down, because then I could really get my hands on him and show him exactly why touching my mate was a very bad thing. He seemed so shocked though why I would react like this. But I was not going to explain anything to him. He had touched what belonged to me, so now I would kill him. Ana had called out to me, though, and I had not been able to ignore my need to go to her and

-Anastasia- I didn’t know what was happening around me. All I heard was mumbling voices, and some yelling sometimes. I couldn’t focus enough to make sense of the conversation, though. All I knew was I was holding onto to something warm and nice. Something that made me feel better than I had ever felt before. It made all the coldness disappear, and the nausea had decreased. I didn’t feel so dizzy or have the same kinds of blinding headaches. I felt just good and warm. I didn’t want to stop feeling like that. So, when I felt something pull on me, trying to get me away from the wonderful source, I complained, moaning a 'no' and holding on tighter. I did not want to let go, so I grabbed as tightly as I could onto whatever I was holding onto. I felt my nails grow longer, and I dug them deep. I didn’t want to let go! So I kept holding on and whoever tried to make me let go stopped pulling on me. I smiled contently and then clung to the warm source again. This was good. Very good, I thought

-Roman- I should have known when my little mate woke up that she wouldn’t be grateful. She wouldn’t be as sweet as she had been when she was feeling sick and vulnerable. She wouldn’t seek my comfort and support. No, she was once again the stubborn little wolf she was, who told me everything I couldn’t do and shouldn’t do to her. It made me quite annoyed actually, and it annoyed me even more when she lectured on me how I could help her, and that included not undressing her and letting her sleep in an uncomfortably tight dress. I hadn’t touched her, and I would never touch her in such a state. I just wanted to help her, but no, she made sure to let me know she didn’t like how I helped her. I made sure to let her know, though, how beautiful I found her. I wanted her to feel comfortable being naked around me. I would always love the sight of her body and adore every little inch of it. I meant I said when she at some point allowed me close enough, I would kiss it all. I would show her just

-Anastasia- I sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard, and not really sure what to do next. I couldn’t just run again. I didn’t have my car, and I didn’t have my cousin. It was hard to go anywhere really when I had neither. I wasn’t even sure where my purse was, so my phone was gone, too. Was I just stuck here until the king said so? I saw the door opened, and he came walking out in only a towel. Shit… that was a lot of hard and smooth skin that was revealed to me, and I watched him smile as he went to his walk-in closet and got dressed. I felt my body get warm again, as it always did with him, wanting him and craving him. It was not fair that this should happen now. It was not fair that I should get attached to a lycan when I had sworn to kill those who had come for my family and hate the rest until the end of my days. The king quickly appeared again, now all dressed, yet his hair was still a little wet. He looked so good, though. Why couldn’t he be ugly? It would make things a