Page 18 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
The king watches them and chuckles, shaking his head before turning his gaze to his three sons.
“It appears your wolves have chosen for you.Now it’s a matter of whom she chooses!”He speaks clearly and calmly, leaving no room for argument.His aura is stronger than that of his three sons, more powerful, but looking at the edges, I see the flicker in it.
The flicker of death.
“Chosen for us?”Lyon asks, looking between his father and his wolf.
“Appears so,” the king murmurs, looking back at me.
“You were the last girl off the truck.I did hope you would win.There is something about you, I just can’t put my finger on it, but you remind me of someone,” the king muses thoughtfully.
“You’ve met her?”King Regan asks.
“Yes, she has quite the attitude.Maybe you three have met your match.I do hope so.Maybe there is hope for you yet!”The king chuckles.
“She attacked me!”
“Good, you could do with a good beating, son.I am muchtoo old to chase you to deliver it myself.Maybe she can smack some sense into you.That’s if she chooses you.Your mother was never slow to give me a clip behind the ear, would serve you three well to have the same.”
I watch him as the king steps past Lyon, and Gnash whines at him.
“None of that, I mean the girl no harm, Gnash!”the king scolds, and Gnash drops his gaze to the ground as if he is pouting.
“Girl, what is your name?”The king asks, and everyone turns to look at me.I stare at them, wondering if we could get to my death part, I was already tired, and I really didn’t feel like playing any more of their sick games.
I may have survived the maze, but there is no way in hell I’ll be a maid for these fools or scrub the floors beneath their feet.I would rather pick my pillar to burn now than prolong it.
“Your name?”the king repeats.
“Zirah,” I answer, wondering what is going on.
“Nice to meet you, Zirah.I’m sure you already know, but I am King Theron, but you can call me by my name.We are in far too deep now for titles.I will not have my future daughter-in-law call me by title, now come.We have much to discuss,” he says, offering me his hand.
I stare at his hand then at the three kings.Daughter-in-law?Has he gone mad?Surely, I misheard, or this is some kind of joke.I didn’t think he was serious about the conversation I overheard between him and Malachi.Why would the king want his sons to marry a human?
“Father, you can’t be serious about marrying one of us to her.I’d rather marry a bitch from the whorehouse than marry this wench!”Zeke spits.The king looks at his son then back at me.
“Then marry a whore, but forget my throne if you do.Talking like that, you won’t have to worry about marrying her because what woman would want to marry a prick that speaks like that to his future bride?”the king retorts.My eyes widen,seeing the king speaking so crudely and casually to his sons, nothing like I would picture of the man standing before me.
“Zirah, come with me.They won’t touch you, and you can bring your wolves,” he states.Now that makes the three kings scoff.
“Her wolves?”Regan snarls in outrage.King Theron quirks a brow at his oldest son.
“Fine son, go on, tell your wolf he doesn’t belong to her now.”King Theron’s lips purse as he nods toward Gnash sitting obediently at my feet.
I never asked for this!
Looking up, I see the three kings staring at their wolves.King Regan looks like he is about to drag his wolf away from me, like I have brainwashed his wolf against him.
Lyon actually looks sad his wolf isn’t at his side, and when I peer at his aura, it has flickers of green and blue through it as he watches his wolf.King Regan’s aura flickers like a colored cloud showing that both of them truly do love their wolves, but Zeke is glaring at Hunter, his arm still dripping blood as he slowly heals.
“Gnash, go to your master,” I tell the wolf.King Regan’s eyes move to mine, his aura flickering with curiosity.However, Gnash doesn’t move.I brush my fingers through his fur before flicking his ear gently.
“Go to Regan,” I tell him, and he huffs but moves toward his owner.
“Didn’t realize we were now on a first-name basis.Just because my father said you can call him by his name, don’t think the same applies to me, human,” Regan sneers.
“I have plenty of other names I find suiting for you.Would you like me to pick another?Though I’m sure you’d prefer your name to what I truly want to call you, Your Highness,” I sneer back at him.Regan glares at me, and I look at Lyon.
