Page 58 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“Yes, My King,” she whispers, grabbing her cart.I turn to look at her, then quickly move to open the door.After she rushes out, I move to close the door, but she stops in the hall and turns to look at me.“Thank you,”she mouths.I nod to her, feeling terrible she got in trouble because of me, and I hope Zeke doesn’t seek her out later.
Just as I pull the door shut and turn, Zeke grabs me and slams my back against it.My head hits the frame with a thud.Instantly, all three of their wolves get to their feet, growling and snarling.Gnash stalks toward him, teeth bared and eyes trained on him.Lyon has Shadow by the scruff of his neck.
“You ever get in my fucking way again, and you’ll beg for me to fucking kill you.Are we clear?”I suddenly wish I could manipulate fire so I could incinerate his ass.Never in my life have I felt hatred more than I do for this man.“Are we clear?”Zeke yells in my face, and Gnash barks in warning.
“Yes,” I hiss, and he shoves off me, returning to his chair.Gnash rushes over while I try to calm my racing heart.Without sparing me another glance, Lyon sits back down as if nothing happened.
Gnash grabs my dress, leading me back to the stool, but I decide I can’t sit there any longer, and I’m sure my tailbone is already bruised.So, I move to the cushioned window and lay down with Gnash.
Ignoring the kings, I snuggle into Gnash, and when he settles and finally closes his eyes, I close mine as well, letting myself doze off.However, when I wake, it is to someone cursing.
My eyes open instantly to find it is now dark, and Gnash yawns beside me.Zeke and Lyon are both gone, and Regan looks very out of it, lost even, as he stumbles out of his office and shakes his head like he just woke up as well.
His wolf jumps to the floor and shakes out his muscles, and I sit up slowly, watching him clutch his head.It must be dinner time, and as I make my way to stand behind him, he lets out a threatening growl and spins around.His long fingers wrap around my throat, cutting off the gasp that tried to escape my lips, and I’m slammed against the door.My feet dangle in the air as I’m brought face-to-face with the Lycan King.
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His eyes are pitch black and his canines are extended.His griptightens, and I choke, my legs kicking at him as he growls louder.The next second, Gnash bites him.Regan roars, the sound turning my blood to ice as his grip tightens, making me thrash against the weight crushing my throat.He glances down at his wolf while I claw at his hand, needing him to let go so I can breathe.
“Gnash?”Regan blinks at him, and his crazed expression disappears.His facial features soften, and Gnash growls, snapping his jaws at his owner.Desperate for my next breath, I dig my nails into his hand, which draws his attention back to me.He looks at me and blinks, almost like he’s not sure if he’s seeing correctly or if I’m a figment of his imagination.My lips part, suffocating in his tight grip, and my head feels on the verge of exploding.
“Human?”he murmurs, and his brows furrow.His eyes go to my fingernails digging into his hand, and he gasps, eyes widening, and lets go.
I land on my knees at his feet and clutch my throat.Sucking in huge lungs full of air, trying to catch my breath, but I can still feel his lingering grip, like his fingers are etched into my flesh.Seconds felt like hours while trapped in his hold.Regan moves, “Zirah you can’t—” he moves to grab me, but I slap his hands.
My heart pounds erratically.“Don’t touch me!”I rasp outwhile Gnash whimpers, nudging me with his nose.
“Let’s go,” Regan says, ripping open the door and walking out.I stare after him, wondering what came over him, when Gnash whimpers, nudging me once again.I pat his head, my fingers trembling as I clutch his fur, pulling myself to my feet.
Regan doesn’t wait for me.Instead, I lose him and have to rely on Gnash to show me the way.Gnash leads me to the dining hall where I hear quite the commotion.Regan is screaming at his brothers.Glass shatters.A loud banging sound.
Upon entering, I find Regan has Zeke against the wall by his throat, and Lyon is trying to get between them.
“Regan, calm down.”Lyon’s tone of voice is softer than I have ever heard, and he’s got one hand on Regan’s shoulder.
“I could have fucking killed her,” Regan screams back at Lyon.
“You said to watch her.You never said how long!”Zeke shouts.
“You knew I was drinking wolfsbane.You were hoping I fucking killed her,” Regan snarls, slamming Zeke into the wall again before he grunts, staggering back and clutching his side.
Zeke shoves past him.“Well, it appears I now have to do the dirty work for us.You’ve never been a team player, Regan.Instead, once again, I will have to be the fucking bad guy.”Zeke’s dark eyes fall on me.
Regan snarls, looking down at his side, and my eyes go to the blade stabbed into him.His shirt turns a deep shade of red.
Regan pulls the long blade out and grits his teeth.When Lyon moves to lift his shirt and check his wound, a feral sound rips from Regan’s throat.Lyon backs away with his hands in the air, and I watch, wondering what happened in the few minutes it took me to get here.Whatever this is, it has to do with me and what happened when I came up behind Regan in the bedroom.
Zeke smiles.“She looks perfectly fine to me,” Zeke says, and Lyon and Regan’s attention is drawn to me.Regan mutters something but takes his seat, Lyon throws a nervous glance at him but also takes his.
Moving into the room, I drop into the closest chair, and Gnash sits at my feet.The table is set with every food you could think of and Iwait, glancing at the stupid board that is now attached to the wall with all the rules that Zeke is intent on following when it regards me.Yet is willing to break their own.
Regan drops the blade on the table and reaches for a cloth napkin.He curses, lifting his shirt a little and pressing it against the wound that is spilling blood down his abs and side, and soaking the waistband of his pants.Shaking his head, he growls, snatching up another knife, but he quickly tosses it aside.
“Fucking dick, you know I can’t heal properly right now.”Zeke waves him off and passes him a clean butter knife.Regan snatches it, holding the tip of the blade over one of the candles.Bile rises in my throat, knowing exactly how much burns hurt.He waits for the tip to glow red when he presses it against the wound.
He grits his teeth, glaring at Zeke, who only serves to mock him more by smiling at him.When he’s done, he drops his shirt and sets the knife on the table.He grabs his food from the platters, loading his plate.After a few minutes, a servant brings out a bottle of whiskey.
Regan snatches the bottle, not bothering with a glass, and drinks out of it while Zeke raises an eyebrow at him and asks for wine.The servant moves toward Lyon, but he holds up his glass to say and sips his water.My eyes go back to the board when Regan speaks.
