Page 61 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
Zeke snorts.“Natural selection at its finest.Maybe I won’t have to accidentally kill her tomorrow.If we’re lucky, her weakened immune system will take her out for us.”
“Where are you taking her tomorrow?”Lyon asks, looking at his brother.
“Don’t you worry about it, brother.She’ll be perfectly safe from any danger with me,” Zeke says, though by his tone and the way he speaks, he’s promises something else.
“Get your rest, human.You’ll need it.”Zeke reaches for the bottle of wine.Regan gets to his feet, shooting a glare at Zeke.I push my chair out to leave, but Zeke clears his throat dramatically.“Oh and Zirah, don’t break rule five.I’ll be making sure.”Zeke laughs, and my eyes go back to the rules.
5.The bride must bathe the kings.
Chapter 31
Regan also looks at the rules and once again glares at Lyon,who stares blankly at the wall.Regan snarls, grabbing my wrist and all but dragging me out of the room.Gnash jogs beside us to keep up, and the closer we get to the bedroom, the angrier Regan gets.His aura is like a beacon promising pain, and I gasp when he drags me into the bathroom before letting me go.Stumbling, I barely catch myself on the towel rack.
I grit my teeth, starting to really get sick and tired of being flung around.I am about to tell him that as my temper rises, only when I spin around, his finger is in my face and his eyes are pitch black.I hold my tongue.
“You don’t break any fucking rules with him tomorrow!”He warns me, and I feel his aura darken to something sinister around him.“Do you fucking hear me?”he screams.I blink at him, wondering why he’s yelling at me.It’s not like I want to go with Zeke.“If you break a single rule.He’ll use it as an excuse to fucking kill you,” Regan growls.
“Isn’t that what you want?”My voice breaks, and Regan blinks at me, almost like he is confused by his own outburst.
“Right.”He shakes his head, turning the shower on.
“Just get in the shower with me.You’ll get wet anyway,” he says, though I can tell his mind is elsewhere.He almost looks puzzled, but I’m right there with him on that.His temper changes so fast anddrastically He motions for me to get in the shower.
“No,” I tell him, watching the steam rise from the hot water.He tenses, looking at the long sleeves of my dress.“I don’t care for any scars you have, you’ll get drenched,” Regan tells me, but I back away.I am not taking off this dress in front of him.
I glance at the bathtub.At least in there, I won’t have to get in with him.“Fine,” he switches the shower off and leans over to the taps to fill the tub.He grabs the plug, tosses it into the tub, and then starts removing his clothes.When he drops his pants and reaches for his boxers, my eyes widen and I quickly turn away.
“Can you put bubbles in it or something?”I ask, not wanting to see him naked.
“Have you never seen a naked man before?”
I purse my lips but see him lean forward beside me to grab the bottle of soap.“You haven’t, have you?”
“I’ve seen them in pictures,” I tell him.
“What about the night Malachi found you?Surely, you saw one of them naked?”
“It was dark, and he knocked me out before he shifted back.He was wearing clothes when I saw him.I’ve seen women naked, Granny never cared for nudity, and I’ve seen ass and—” I stop, knowing how stupid it sounds that I’m nineteen and have never seen a fully naked man in the flesh.
“Seen what?”Regan chuckles and I groan.Why did I say that?
Peeking over my shoulder, he reaches forward, shutting the water off, and I see the surface of the water is covered in bubbles.
“I’m covered, happy?”I chew the inside of my lip and nod.“So you saw ass and what?”He laughs, but my face heats in embarrassment.
“Balls!”I rub my face, feeling the heat of my embarrassment paint my cheeks red.
“Nothing to be ashamed of.I know you’re a virgin and humans aren’t as comfortable with nudity as shifters are.”Regan states, leaning back in the bath.The water covers most of his chest, but not all of it.
“Just wet your hands in case Zeke intends to come to check.I’m capable of washing myself,” he tells me.
I sit on the edge of the bath and wet my hands, coating them inbubbles.“Here, hold this,” he says, offering me a washcloth.I take the wet cloth and hold it, then turn my attention to the door.
“Don’t stress about Lyon.He is a prick around Zeke, but he’s usually harmless.He’s trying not to get on Zeke’s bad side,” Regan tells me.
“What do you mean?”
“He gave you his wolf last night, didn’t he?”I look away.
