All Chapters of The Lycan's Marked: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elara's povThere were a lot of things involved. My mind began to reel around what he had told me. “What did he want to show me tomorrow? How dare he leave me in such suspense?” I couldn't even think about it. I was more than worried about what exactly was going on. “Maybe something not really important. Maybe he wants to still make up, or maybe he wants to keep to his promise. I'm pretty sure you understand what I mean right?” my brows expressed, and then I smiled. If this was truly what he wanted to do, who was I to reject it?The main truth about it all was for me to be sure about what I need to do. A few moments later, I found myself still unable to sleep, but then I switched my thoughts. I needed to rest up well for tomorrow. The next morning was like a dream to me because I didn't recall when I slept. However, that morning, the maids came to prepare me as always. They prepared a bath for me, making sure I was clean, and ready to meet with the alpha. According to them, I was

Elara's POV It was too much for me to handle, but I decided to stay quiet.My eyes remained fixed on him, watching how he wanted to not tell me the truth.Maybe he was having an argument with his wolf, but whatever it was made me scared. “Things are really getting out of hand. What exactly is going on?” I asked with raised brows, and then kept shut. As I was now, I couldn't leave until he did because he would definitely hear my footsteps. The reason I was safe here was because of my blood that spilled. It covered the library with my scent, making it hard to notice I was here.“So what are you going to do now? Do you plan on confronting him?” My wolf asked, and I shook my head. I Just needed to get out of here, and then we can talk about being able to find out what the matter was because at this point, it didn't seem like something I could handle anymore. The moongoddess needed to be involved in it, so I could at least understand what I was doing. “She's not going to know the trut

Elara's povI was worried about what he had said. What kind of war was strong enough to wipe them all or. It was crazy and I was so worried about it. “What kind of war?” I asked with raised brows. But there were a lot of things that I saw. His expression was worried, tense, and then he smirked. “How about we take this bonding up a notch. You're always asking questions. How about I show you something you'll want to know about?”My eyes widened, and then I was worried about the way things were already but I need a way to be able to make things make sense. Now I have a lot to worry about. The mystery of the white wolf, and why it was beginning to be freed. There was a lot already on my mind.“Alright then but what?” I asked, and he smirked.“It's a surprise. You shouldn't be asking too many questions. You're going to end up being someone who everyone's scared off,” he tested, helping me up. He held my hands and then asked me with all of his heart.“I just want to show you something ab

Elara's pov I was overwhelmed by the kiss. His warm lips danced in sync with mine, and this was the first time we had been so close after our first intimate moment. He kissed me, his tongue taking the lead.As he kissed me, I felt my body reacting in different ways. It wanted more than just kisses. It wanted more. As if knowing what my body wanted, he allowed his arms to roam around my body. His hands went from my hair to my breasts which he squeezed lightly. “Ahhh…” I moaned into his lips, my eyes closed. I felt down there throbbing as it slowly became wet. “Mmm…” I moaned. I was in the mood to be devoured, and I didn't mind how he treated me. Whatever he was doing was working.“Hmmm…” I moaned, and then threw my hands over his neck. I wanted him more than I expected. “I love you…” I let that one slip out, and he pulled away. I was breathless, and he was too, and it was obvious he was trying his best to hold back because he was already in the mood. There was already a lot that

Lucius PovI was seated alone in my room, the darkness looming over me .I couldn't recall the last time I opened the curtains, or should I say I didn't realize the last time i did anything productive.As I thought, a glass of whiskey was seated on my desk, a glass on the table, and every now or then, I poured myself a glass, downing it without even thinking. My chest paced, my hands fisted around the glass, and a small crack formed due to the force I had been using to hold the glass. my mind racrd with different thoughts. I was super annoyed, and worried. Why didn't I get whatever I wanted. My mate was with another man, to think she rejected me, and made me look like a laughing stock to everyone.My neck immediately hoovered over my shoulders, my eyes trying to get sight of who had just entered into my room since my chair was backing the entrance. “I said I didn't want to be disturbed." My tone was filled with rage, and it made her stop in her tracks.I knew who it was. It was obvi