Page 55 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“To get to my brothers.Women don’t want me.They never do.Being with me will earn them death, but my brothers?”he swallows and brushes his fingers through his hair, watching me.
“You just don’t want to be near me in general, but it isn’t because of my curse.I guess you can’t fear what you don’t know, but you will learn eventually, and then you’ll pick one of my brothers.Your objective will change.”
“My only desire is to be free of all of you.I never asked for this,” I tell him.“As for your lady issues, go to one of those places...the um.”I pause, trying to remember what they’re called.I had heard men that come to the caves speak of them when they found human settlements.
“A brothel?”Regan laughs, and I nod.
“I guess that is one thing my father is correct about.He can’t give us away or bribe us a bride.The only way is to force their hand—to forceyourhand.”Regan exhales.
“Well, since I now have to worry about a curse that apparently will make me choose your very friendly, so much more desirable brother Zeke, I would like to hear the details of this curse, so I can weigh my options.”I chuckle, and he raises an eyebrow at me.
He watches me for a second, then his face hardens, his eyes darken, and his aura slips out and turns sinister.My stomach drops, and I swallow, suddenly wishing I never asked.
“I’m cursed to kill every woman I sleep with.So in other words, I’m cursed to be alone.”
“Cursed to be alone?”I ask, and he nods.
“Yes, every woman I have been with, I’ve killed.So finding a woman that doesn’t fear me is refreshing.”
“But don’t all curses have loopholes?”I question knowing they do.He just needs to figure out what it is.
“Look at you, an expert on curses.”He rolls his eyes.“You’re right though, there is a loophole.I just stand no chance of finding my mate.The witch made sure of that!”
“So you just have to find a woman who loves you to break it?Well, fuck.You’re definitely screwed, sorry, but I think you’re destined to be alone.”He catches the hint of playfulness in my tone and smiles weakly.
“There are no lycan females left after the curse, so you’re right again.It’s impossible.I am destined to be alone or at least celibate.”He laughs.
“Wait, so you just can’t have sex with them?”Regan raises an eyebrow at me.
“You find that amusing?”He growls.
“I find it amusing that you think I would choose Zeke.If I pick you, I will never have to worry about being raped since one of your father’s rules is I can’t be killed.”I laugh.“So, in my eyes, that just makes you my prime candidate.”
Regan chuckles.“Just because I can’t fuck you without killingyou doesn’t mean you’re completely useless to me in that area,” he states.My laugh cuts off, and I look at him.
“Are you sure you don’t want to run now?”he purrs, gripping my hips.His eyes move back to my chest, and they flicker.His hand twitches on my hip when he grabs my breast again, making me gasp.
“Regan?”I snap, but it seems almost like he can’t control himself, and I notice Gnash jump off the bed and move closer.
“I don’t want to hurt you.But you forget, human.I can’t fuck you without permission or, in my case, without killing you, but you can’t refuse our touch so long as it is above the waist,” he whispers, brushing his thumb over my nipple.
I clench my teeth, looking out the window, intent on not being present if he’s going to grope me.“You said you wouldn’t touch me.”My voice shakes as I stare at the window.
“You should have hopped off my lap when I gave you the chance,” he growls then grinds his teeth together, making me look at him.It seems like he’s trying not to touch me, but he’s just lost to his lycan senses.His eyes flit to mine.
“But just because I don’t need your permission doesn’t mean I don’t want it,” Regan murmurs, moving his hand and gripping the armchair.His claws sink deeply into the fabric.
“Go, you can use my shower, but if you run, I will chase you,” he states, looking at the fireplace while I stare at him.
“Hurry up before I change my mind or lose control.”
Climbing off his lap, he points toward his bathroom.I nod, about to go shower, when I pause.“Can I go grab some clothes from my room first?”Regan nods once, turning his gaze to the fireplace, his demeanor changing.I’m tempted to glance at his aura, wondering if it would give me any insight into the rapid change in his mood.
Walking to the door, I pause, imagining that Zeke is lingering in the hall.Something tells me he is watching and waiting for his next opportunity to get rid of me.Glancing over my shoulder, I spot Gnash sitting on the edge of the bed looking expectantly at Regan, who has turned his gaze to the raging fire burning the thick logs in the fireplace.An unreadable expression is now on his face, as if he is deep in thought.Swallowing my fear of Zeke, I grip the door handle, but Gnash’s barkmakes me stop.
“Then go with her!”Regan snaps, and Gnash immediately jumps off the bed and rushes to my side.Meanwhile, Regan doesn’t even look in our direction.Having Gnash with me, I feel a little more confident stepping into the long corridor.The moment I do, I notice my nagging intuition is spot on and that my hesitation wasn’t unwarranted.Zeke is standing in the doorway to his room like he was waiting for this exact moment.It’s almost as if he also knew I would have to go back to my room soon, but judging by my clothes, it isn’t a big assumption.If a psychopath hasn’t chased me down the hall, I never would have left the room in these clothes.
He smirks and pushes off the wall.“I was wondering when he would get rid of you.Regan was never one for keeping company,” Zeke sneers.“Alive at least,” he adds with a laugh.He takes a step toward me when Gnash growls and steps around me.Zeke’s steps halt immediately as he eyes the massive wolf.
