All Chapters of The Lycan King's Scarred Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

-Anastasia-I was in another trance as the king fed me breakfast. He wanted me to do the same for him, constantly teasing me by licking my fingers or taking them into his mouth, making me feel so warm. I knew what his fingers could do to me, and if just his lips felt like this, what wouldn’t they do to my body? The thought made me blush.After finishing breakfast, he had his own way of cleaning me up—literally sucking each and every one of my fingers before kissing me hard. The kiss tasted delicious, infused with the flavors of the food we had shared. I moaned as he slipped his tongue in, stroking mine. I clutched his shirt tightly, unable to help myself from pulling him closer. He easily maneuvered me until I was straddling him, grinding against him as the pulsing sensation between my legs intensified.“Fuck yes,” he breathed. “Make yourself come like that.”He really wanted me to grind against him? I pressed a little harder, but then shook my head and turned away, forcing myself to s

-Anastasia-I liked hearing that he wanted to warm me. I liked knowing he aimed to chase away the cold, because that was exactly what he did every time he touched me. But if I let him, I would lose my focus.“Maybe I want to stay cold,” I whispered.“Like you want to stay angry?” he asked.I nodded.“Aren’t you tired?” he inquired.I looked at him, surprised. “What?”“Tired of being angry and cold? Isn’t it lonely?”“I can handle it.”He smiled slightly. “I don’t deny your strength, little mate. I see it in you. I see how strong you are, but we can’t fight every battle alone. We need people with us. We need them to stay strong.”“I’ve managed so far,” I said.“But don’t you still have your family? I saw how well your cousin was taking care of you last night. You couldn’t have gotten home on your own, could you?”His words surprised me, and I just stared at him for a moment.“I… well… no, probably not,” I whispered.“So you aren’t doing everything on your own. You’ve accomplished a lot

-Anastasia-Roman suddenly appeared in the bathroom just as I had finished cleaning up. I found him leaning against the doorframe, watching me. I couldn’t quite decipher the look in his eyes, and I felt a wave of confusion.“What?” I asked.“Do you want to go for a walk before we see your family?” he offered.“Why?” I replied.“Just to spend some time together. I think what just happened was a lot for you.”I didn’t want to think about that moment, so I crossed my arms and shook my head.“I want to go home,” I told him.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I want to go back home. I want to be in my own room and forget I was even here.”Roman narrowed his eyes, and I noticed them shimmer with a yellow hue as he pressed both hands against the doorframe, leaning slightly forward.“This isn’t going to be forgotten, little mate,” he insisted.I looked at him, surprised.“You understand?” he pressed.I was stunned for a moment, then shook my head. “No.”“You can’t keep running from what we are.”“I already

-Anastasia-“I want you to try to let go,” Roman explained.“Why?” I pressed.“Because it’s what you need.”“Are you my therapist now?” I asked sarcastically.He sighed and leaned back in his chair. “I don’t want to fight about this. I’m trying to help!”“Well, you’re not! So stop meddling in something you don’t understand!”“Then make me understand, woman!”“You wouldn’t even if I explained it all—no one can,” I snapped, turning away from him in frustration.“How will you know that if you won’t even try?” he pressed.I didn’t respond. I closed my eyes, trying to keep the old pain at bay. I fought against it, but it gnawed at my heart. Today felt different. So much had happened, and my episode had left me feeling disoriented, as if there was something important I had to remember but couldn’t.“Even if I… tried healing, as you say, it won’t change what I am,” I whispered.“But I don’t care that you’re a werewolf,” he said.“Others will…”“And I will show them that accepting you is the r

-Anastasia-When I woke up the next morning, I immediately noticed how much better I felt. Stronger, even, which struck me as odd. Why would I feel stronger than usual? Before I could dwell on it, I heard a soft sigh behind me. Turning over my shoulder, I saw Roman lying beside me. So that was why I felt different. I glanced down at his arm draped around my waist, instinctively thinking to move it, but then I hesitated.No need to fight this if we need to get closer to him, right?My wolf had a point.You’re right.Then just relax.I could almost hear my wolf chuckle, and I found myself smiling as I settled back into the bed, letting his arm stay where it was. It felt strange. I wasn’t used to being held like this, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—just unfamiliar. I closed my eyes, trying to drift back to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the weight of his arm around me. I was hyperaware of it.Does it really bother you that much? my wolf asked.It’s not that it bothers me. I’m just