Page 62 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“Lyon usually does what Zeke wants.It’s easier that way.Zeke can be difficult to deal with, especially for Lyon.”
“So, he’s just going along with what Zeke wants?”
Regan shrugs.“Kind of, but he has another agenda.He’s looking for information he needs from Zeke.He has no interest in marrying, but at the same time, both Lyon and I have the same thoughts about keeping our thrones and making sure Zeke doesn’t get near the High Kingdom’s throne.”
“So you and Lyon are working together to make sure he doesn’t replace your father?”
“No, by birthright, the throne is supposed to be mine.Only my father decided I’m no longer suited for it, but Lyon and I believe he has other motives.”
“Why?”
“Because...It doesn’t matter, but Lyon and I get along mostly—even if he wants the throne.We’re working together to ensure Zeke doesn’t take it until I can break the blood ties and kill him, after that, all bets are off.”
I ponder his words for a second.
“Tomorrow, you’re with Zeke.Behave and do as he says.”
“If he kills me, won’t that solve all your problems?”I ask him, confused.
“Yes, no.I don’t know...”he stops for a second.
“It’s nothing personal.I just don’t want to marry.I know there is no point in a marriage, anyway.”
“What about your brothers?”I ask, and he growls, looking up to glare at me.
“Just like the fucking rest of them,” he snarls.
“Wait, that is not what I meant!I was curious if they werecursed the same as you?”I ask him, and he watches me for a second before gripping my face and jerking me closer.My hand falls into the water, drenching the sleeve of my dress and splashing water all over me.My hand lands on his thigh, and I feel his aura rush out and hit me.It steals my breath, and my entire body tenses.
“Are you using me to get to my brothers?”he snarls, and every muscle in my body tenses more.
“No!”I blurt with no restraint.
“Do you want to be with them?”he demands.
“No, I don’t want any of you!”I snap, and his eyes soften.His aura drops, and I suck in a breath when he lets me go.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, looking at the tiled wall.I sit up, reaching for a towel to dry the sleeve of my dress, yet as I rub it, the more my arm burns.Cursing, I stand, giving him my back to see what the burning sensation is.When I tug my sleeve up, another of my runes seems to be losing its color and fading into a typical scar.I quickly pull it down, knowing I have to come up with something soon.
“As if I could ever want any of you when you do nothing but fucking hurt me!What the fuck is wrong with you?”I shout.He doesn’t answer, and I turn back and find him watching me.“How many women have used you to get to your brothers for you to be so damn insecure?Especially about a woman you fucking hate.I only asked a damn question.”I drop back onto the edge of the bath.
“All of them,” he answers, making me look at him.
“All of them?”
“Yes, even before I was cursed.Only now the blood tie with my brothers worsens it.”
“The blood tie, is that from the curse?”
He looks away.“No, from when she saved Zeke’s life,” Regan mutters.“Now I question if I should have let him die.If I had, we wouldn’t be in this mess,” he murmurs.
“Who is she?”I ask, becoming more confused.
“Litha...”my mind is reeling.Is that the same woman, Malachi, and Regan were talking about that was burned at the stake?Why would they kill her if she saved one of them?
“I don’t understand.Who is Litha?”I ask him and he looks upat me.
“She was a witch.”He speaks the words as if it’s a haunting memory he wishes to forget.
