Chapter 18 Eighteen

• "So you have to mark me?" Joan said under her breath, her eyes on her breakfast that she had barely touched and had turned cold. Who would have thought she would be having this conversation with her "Mate". It was a really weird conversation, and she couldn't even look up at him. "Is it painful?" She asked out of nowhere, taking Liam by surpise. "What!"
• "Is it painful...if you don't mark me?" She said in a low voice and glanced at Liam, who had been staring at her the whole. He, too, hadn't touched his breakfast. who could eat in such a situation. The only reason Joan was asking was because of what Alice had told her in the past and what she had read in the grimoire. But she wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth. "Painful isn't how I would describe it." Liam finally said something. Even the thought of marking her made his wolf growl. "How would you describe it?"
• "Unbearable," Liam breathed out, and Joan swallowed. She finally raised brown eyes to look at him, and Liam was the one who swallowed those times. The heavy had turned heavy between them, and Joan had to clear her throat and look away before she got lost in his eyes. "It was unbearable for him. When she had read the grimoire they had found, she had read that most lycan could go crazy if they didn't mark their mate or they lost their mate. Many lycans in the past had gone insane and Rogue after getting rejected by their mate. But Liam was of royal blood, and this gave him more leverage than normal lycan. They were stronger and could withstand things like this for the longest period of time, but it had its limit, too. The moon goddess has whispered that to her.