Marked by the Lycan King

long-awaited fated mate, locked in passion with Lyka among the

so good," Aiden growled

h!" Lyka cried out, her n

s groped her full breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as he buried himself

n Aiden

ar, and made his wolf jump. He turned his head just in tim

rough the forest, branches scratching against her fur while the wind rushed past her ears. She didn'

. Myra's bare skin prickled in the cold evening air. She curled into a tigh

etching across the horizon while the faint glo

lly drained to care. Her heart ached with a sharp, relentless pain, as though it was being pierc

mother died, she

ong with her daughter who was nearly the same age as her. From that moment, Myra had stopped being a

, watching from the sidelines as another gir

nto... the only thing that had

supposed to love her. Ch

be her life was about to change. She remembered his touch, the warmth of it, the way it awakened un

t was fate. But fa

omehow, she became

only be

eaking as tears slid down her cheeks,

ht. Maybe her life

fore it turned empty, almost lifeless as it e

he muttered, her voic

to creep into her skin, forcing her to move. Her body ached as she pu

f quickly before making sure she was fully covered. Only then did she step out from the trees and begin walking back toward the

r head down as she made her way

ter M

her. She froze before

th relief the moment he saw her, and without thinkin

lvi

her clothes. "Sister Lyka said you'd be gone f

y, his expression sad, lik

gently, brushing his hair ba

, still loo

forcing a small smile, "I'll freshen up,

d lifting instantly before he

ment before lifting her gaze,

harp and unyielding. Myra didn't answer imme

anded o

her expression bright and carefree, she showed the hickey

e said finally, her voice flat.

ced, but she didn't wait

in my room," she added

e walked off, her steps steady desp

an exhaled and

e as obedient as

kin

invitations h