Page 53 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
When he returns, he is holding a thick black robe.He walks over to me before holding it between us.I peek up at him, and he tilts his head to the side while I gape in shock, wondering where the monster has gone or if he has a head injury from our fall.
He clears his throat awkwardly, and a hint of a smile graces his face.“Zirah, take the robe,” he says, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I’m fine!”It isn’t even cold in here since he has a fire going—unlike my igloo of a room.
“No, you’re cold, here,” he states, thrusting the robe toward me as a smirk creeps onto his face.
“I don’t want your robe.I just want to get breakfast over so I can shower and rest my ankle.”
He raises an eyebrow and looks away, a full smile brightening his face.“Fine, suit yourself then.I just thought you would prefer some coverage.”He shrugs, grabbing the breakfast tray and wandering over to the armchairs in front of the fireplace.He sets the tray on the coffee table, then falls into one of the armchairs.“I thought you wanted breakfast over with?”He motions to the other chair while tossing the robe over his armrest.
Shaking my head at his odd behavior, I limp over to the chair, trying not to put weight on my ankle.
“It’s a bit nipply this morning.Are you sure you don’t want the robe?”he asks with a chuckle.His eyes move slowly down to my breasts before they flick back up to my face.I glare at him before glancing down at the tray.Seeing some fruit, I snatch an apple and reach for the juice.Sniffing it, I find it to be orange juice.I’m surprised to find anything that smells like fresh juice this time of year making me wonder how they got it, or are these just normal luxuries for kings?
I take a sip, drinking some of the sweet, pulpy goodness, when I notice Regan watching me with a smug expression.He leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his broad chest.
“Your tattoos...What do they say?”I ask, my eyes roaming over pictures and words in a foreign language.However, I recognize the runes because they are the same as mine.
King Regan shrugs.“It’s the curse that was placed on my family.Along with the curse that is placed on me.”
“You were cursed?Is that why you hate witches?”I ask, wondering if it was the same curse Granny spoke of about the lycans.
Chapter 28
“Who told you I hate witches?”I realize my mistake instantlywhen I don’t answer he shakes his head.
“It was Malachi?”he asks and I chew my lip nervously not wanting Malachi to get in trouble.
“I don’t care, it’s not like it was a secret.”
Regan watches me for a moment before finally answering my question vaguely.“I hate witches for many reasons.None that concerns you,” he says coldly.
I press my lips in a line before returning to the breakfast laid out for us.Searching over the tray, I grab something that looks like bread but find it quite squishy and covered in some sticky substance.
“It’s a pancake,” Regan says with a smug smile.
“I knew that!”I snap, scooping it up.I fold the strange soft bread in half, and the gooey substance coating it drips from the end.It only takes me a second to realize it is some sort of nectar, or maybe it’s honey.Taking a bite of it, Honey coats my tongue along with something delicious that I have never tasted before.I pull back to look at it, studying the sticky, amber-colored liquid.
“You are a terrible liar.”Regan laughs and leans forward, and I jerk my hand back.He’s not stealing my new favorite food, pancakes!He laughs harder when suddenly my hand is engulfed by a warm mouth and slippery tongue.Startled, I drop the pancake and rip myhand free of Gnash’s mouth as he steals my food.
“Gnash!”I scold, and he tilts his head to the side, his front paws resting on the arm of my chair.“I was enjoying that!”I huff, and he slobbers it down and licks his lips like he is waiting for another pancake.
“Here, you can have mine,” Regan offers, grabbing the other plate and looks at Gnash.“Down, boy, let her eat!”he scolds, and Gnash whines but rushes over to the bed and jumps up on it, making himself comfortable.Chuckling, I turn my attention back to our breakfast when Regan sits the hot plate in my lap.He then reaches for the napkin and unrolls it, revealing a knife and fork.I did think it was odd that the servant expected a king to eat with his hands and fingers, but who was I to question it?
I pretty much inhale my foot, leaving nothing on my plate, though I regret it now.There were maybe ten huge pancakes, but they were too good to pass up, and far better than the flatbread we used to make in the caves.
Groaning, I lean back in my armchair, resting my head on the back of it, my belly aching.Bringing my hand up, I rub my stomach.“Ah, why did I eat so much?”I groan, and King Regan laughs.I lift my head to see him drinking the last of his coffee.He sets the mug on the tray and watches me.
After a few seconds, his staring and wandering eyes make me uncomfortable.I shiver from the icy breeze, or maybe it’s from his intense gaze holding mine.Yet when his lips tug in the corners and his eyes flicker, I glare at him.
“What is your problem?You’ve done nothing but stare at me,” I snap.
“Nothing, I’ve just been enjoying the view.”He laughs, and I scoff.“You hate humans, and you hate me,” I tell him, and he shrugs.
“That doesn’t mean you don’t have nice breasts.”He chuckles, and my brows furrow in confusion.
“Should have accepted the robe the first time I offered because I’m not sure if I want to give it to you now.”He laughs.“Though I’m sure I can be persuaded.”He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.
