Chapter 20: Telling Him

-Anastasia-

The obvious threat in the king’s voice surprised me. I had not expected him to say that or to even focus so much on my scars. I did grow a little nervous whenever he looked at them or touched them. I didn’t want him to see this ugly part of me. I told myself I shouldn’t care. I never cared when others looked, and they definitely didn’t want to touch, but it was just different with the king. It was because we were mates. It made me care. It made me wonder if he really liked what he saw or if he hated it. I knew I shouldn’t care, but the bond made that impossible. He seemed angry though, that the scars might have been made with the intention of hurting me, and in some way, it had. I wasn’t supposed to be alive though as I burned up in my parents’ house. I was supposed to be dead like the rest and torn apart.

He might not be so ready to kill the ones who did it once we tell him it was lycans.

My wolf was right. Lycans looked after each other like werewolves did. Maybe he di