Page 79 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“Zeke!”Regan growls.
“Hand her over, Regan.”Zeke speaks slowly, and I can hear the threat behind his words.
“You kill her and Father will strip you of your throne!”
“So you keep reminding me.I have no intention of killing her.You know I don’t like getting my hands dirty, but accidents happen.Father knows this.”
“He set forth the rules,” Regan snaps.
“I am well aware of the rules, Regan.But one thing I have learned is that rules are sometimes supposed to be broken.Sometimes the consequences are worth it, don’t you think?”Zeke speaks in riddles, which I don’t understand, but by the look on Regan’s face, I see thathe knows exactly what Zeke speaks of.
“So worried about your precious throne, Regan, but you are more than the seat in which you sit.We have bigger issues, and this is merely Father’s way of distracting us from what he is truly hiding!”
“And what is that?”Regan asks, folding his arms across his broad chest looking at Zeke.
Zeke laughs.
“I have no fucking clue, but I will find out—and I won’t be forced to marry a human to do so!”
“Good luck with that.I would never choose you!”I sneer.Zeke clicks his tongue and shakes his head.
“Oh dear.She really believes she has a choice.Tell me brother, did you spill all our secrets?Does she know to take one of us, she must accept us all?”
“I will never accept you!”I glare at him.
“And right there lies the problem.I don’t know what game my father is playing, but he should know better than to pit us against each other.It is almost like he is trying to kill us!”Zeke growls.He purses his lips, a line creasing between his eyes.
“Is that why you’re trying to kill him?”Regan asks, and Zeke tilts his head to the side.
“Why would you think that?”
“Funny how you lied to us about when you arrived, and our father started getting sick the moment you showed up here!”Regan accuses.
“What reason would I have to kill the old fool?I don’t want his throne, and I couldn’t care less for the people here!I was here because I received word from one of the guards about Father being sick.I thought it was you!”Zeke yells, pointing an accusing finger at Regan.
“Why would I go after our father?”
“His throne.You were angry when he refused to acknowledge you as his heir!”Regan scoffs.
“I’m the firstborn, and the throne is rightly mine!”Regan yells.“But that doesn’t mean I would fucking try to kill him.”
“Well, he certainly doesn’t care if we kill each other...”Zeke’s words trail off, and his eyes grow distant in thought.“Maybe thatishis intention,” Zeke mutters to himself.
Regan scoffs.“Don’t think too hard, Zeke.You’ll let your paranoia get the best of you, you know how envious you get when you think one of us is more favored than you.”
“Well, do you have another guess, brother.He knows we are a package deal, so what could he possibly gain by threatening ourthrones.”Zekes eyes move to me accusingly.“Her...It’s her.”Zeke wags his finger at me.“It’s a test!”
“Testing what?How much we hate each other?”Regan laughs.
“No...no...think, Regan.Why would he test us with her?Think about it.She’s human, and he knows we’d kill her.”
“Father already said he can’t choose between us,” Lyon says from the doorway, startling all of us.
“You seriously believe he is allowing her to choose?”Zeke snaps back, but Lyon only shrugs.
“I don’t know, but why would he make us part of the trials and force our hands?”Lyon questions, and Zeke tosses his arms up in the air.
“Do you not listen?I just said the same damn thing, only I worded it differently,” Zeke snaps at him, and Lyon rolls his eyes.
