Page 59 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“Gnash come!”He calls his wolf, who gets up, Gnash huffs and wanders over to him and I see Regan grab a steak off one of the platters that sit in the center of the table, he gives it to Gnash and pats his head only for Gnash to come to me.
“Gnash, what are you—” his words cut off when he realizes Gnash was coming back to me.Gnash drops the huge steak into my lap and I pull a face.
“Ew, Gnash.No, you eat it!”I tell him, I definitely don’t want it now that he’s drooled on it.Gnash nudges me with his nose, and my stomach sinks at the thought that their wolves have better instincts than they do.At least his wolf cares enough to feed me.
“Why aren’t you eating?”Regan questions, pulling my attention to him.
“One of the rules, brother,” Zeke states while cutting into his steak.
“What fucking rule says she can’t eat?”Regan snaps, and Zeke rolls his eyes.
“The rules are behind you.She can only eat what we give her, and miss Goody Two-shoes over there is too much of a chicken to break the rules.I tried to get her to,” Zeke taunts, his eyes flicking to me.“Don’t worry.She will eventually, and I can’t wait to punish her for it when she does,” he says, sending me a cruel smile.Regan turns in his seat to look at the rules before he growls and turns back to the table.
“Who made that rule?”My eyes move to Lyon, who is now glaring at his plate, and Regan presses his lips in a line.
“So she didn’t eat lunch?”
“She refused her lunch, but don’t worry, brother, you didn’t break the rule to ensure she eats three times a day.I’m always looking out for you.It’s not your fault if she refused to eat.Though I’m sure her refusal is fitting of a punishment, don’t you think, Lyon?”Zeke mocks, turning to look at his brother.
Lyon doesn’t meet my gaze but offers nothing on the decision to punish me for not drinking poison.
“Why?What did you order for her?”Regan questions.
“Nothing, I sent the servant to ask, but you slammed the door in her face.I told the servant she could have the same as you, but I find the human to be quite stubborn about dying, unfortunately.”Zeke chuckles.
Regan grabs the bloodied knife.“I’d think twice, brother.You wouldn’t want to piss me off, especially given tomorrow is my day with her.I will make it even more painful if you lay another damn finger on me.”Zeke warns.Regan’s eyes go to me, and he reluctantly drops the knife while shaking his head.
“So do you want me to punish her for you, Regan?I don’t mind, and I think a good throat fucking will teach her the error of her ways.”I gulp, the action making my crushed windpipe hurt.
“By the look of her neck, she’s already been punished,” Lyon states.His head tilting to the side.
“Always ruining my fun,” Zeke mutters.
“One day, I’ll fucking kill you,” Regan snarls at Zeke.
“Such morbid talk for dinner, brother.Choose a topic that isnot so depressing.Besides my death, you’ll never manage, not unless you’re suicidal.Should I call the family therapist?Do we need to have another heart-to-heart?”Zeke asks, twisting in his seat.Zeke drops his elbow on the table, propping his chin on his hand.“And how does that make you feel?Did little Zekey hurt your feelings?”he teases.
Regan shoves him, plops back into his chair, and turnsto me.“Eat whatever you want,” he tells me, and I glance at the table.
“Make sure you eat well.Goddess only knows what the fuck Zeke will feed you.”Lyon growls, glaring at Zeke, who only shrugs.Taking their advice, I pile my plate with vegetables before looking at the plate of burned steaks and scrunching my face.The steaks on their side of the table look much more appetizing.Standing up, I steal a piece of meat from their side of the table, and they all stop eating to look at me.
Dropping it on my plate, I sit back down and cut into it.Blood oozes out as I slice the tender piece.Popping it into my mouth, I chew slowly and try to swallow, wincing when I do and clutching my throat.I glare at my plate, my stomach growling, yet I know it is going to be torture to eat it.Regan also won’t wait around for me to do so.
However, when I take another bite, Lyon drops his fork, and Zeke gives me a strange look while Regan tilts his head to the side, watching me.
“What?Have you changed your mind about what I can eat?”I snap at Regan, my voice coming out hoarse, and my eyes dart to my plate.I didn’t add that much, although it is more than what I would normally eat.There is enough here to last me a couple of days back in the cave if I rationed it, but Lyon is right.Zeke will probably give me a damn lettuce leaf to eat tomorrow, so I should try to eat what I can.
“But it’s not cooked, it’s barely even seared?”Lyon says, looking at me appalled, and I stare down at the plate.
“Yeah, I don’t understand why they burned it,” I tell him, poking the outside with my knife before staring at the massacred meat on the platter in the center of the table.It reeks of burned flesh.
“But you’re human,” Regan says.
“Humans eat meat too.That doesn’t mean I’m vegetarian.”His eyebrows raise.Are all the servants on a vegetarian diet?Come tothink of it, I have never even seen a servant eat.
“Apparently not,” Regan says, sitting back in his chair.
Zeke’s brows raise and Lyon crosses his arms over his chest.
