Page 80 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“He said he wants to see who has humanity left.We both know Regan is the rightful heir to the throne because he’s the oldest, but with this curse hanging over our damn heads, we all need to be in one place.If something happens to one of us, it affects all of usand, therefore, affects the ruling King.”
“Unless we find a way to break the blood tie,” Regan offers.
They both nod.“Maybe he did?”Zeke mumbles.“What if he did find a way to break the blood tie?”
“You think he found a witch?”Lyon moves through the room and slumps into an armchair by the fireplace.
“But if he did, why all this?”I ask.They seem to think for a second, but it’s Regan who answers.
“Because he has to choose,” he whispers, and they all look at me.I stare at them, wondering what on earth is going on.
“And that’s where she comes in.”Lyon exhales, folding his arms across his chest, and presses his lips in a line.
I watch each of them, whatever Regan just pointed out seems to make Zeke angrier, but Regan looks worried.Lyon stares at Regan with an indecipherable expression on his face.
“Still think he isn’t trying to kill us?”Zeke’s tone softens with exhaustion, and for just a moment, he almost looks human.
“No, this is bullshit!”Lyon snaps.“There is no guarantee.”Lyon slams back through the bedroom door, and Zeke’s face hardens once again.
“Ah, what is going on?”I ask.
“Nothing.We have a date, now get up!”All of Zeke’s hatred and frustration seems to coat his words, and a chill sweeps over me.
“Zeke?”Regan snarls, but Zeke shakes his head and holds up one hand.
“No, Regan.You have to know whose side you’re on here.Either way, if he found a witch to break the curse, that means she picks who lives.You have a fucking choice to make, Regan.So, what’s it going to be?Your brothers or some human you barely fucking know?”Zeke stalks over to me.
“What?”I squeak, stepping back.Gnash growls at Zeke, and my eyes dart to the wolf.
“Daddy Dearest fucked up if he thought we wouldn’t figure it out.I am not a damn sacrifice.”
“Figure out what?”I ask, moving out of his reach again.
“That you’re not here to find our humanity.You’re here to choose the two sons he’s going to sacrifice to break the curse and save the other.He can’t fucking choose who he loves more.So he thinks you’ll choose for him, but that’s not happening on my watch,” Zeke snarls.
He grabs my arm, hauling me to my feet, and as I shriek, Gnash instantly jumps to his feet and moves to tear into him.At the last second, Regan rips him back before he can attack Zeke.I look at him, but Regan won’t even meet my gaze.Instead, he just holds Gnash in place while Zeke drags me out of his room.
“Regan?”I murmur, he just turns away as Zeke shoves me out the door, sending me sprawling onto the floor in the corridor.My head bounces off the floor with a sickening crack, and Zeke slams Regan’s door shut behind him.
Getting to my hands and knees, I spot Lyon.Gone is his playful attitude from last night as he watches me crawl to my feet.Zeke grabs me by my hair, and I cry out, clutching his hand that’s fisting my hair.Zeke hauls me upright, and Lyon gives me his back as Zeke jerks my head.
“Don’t look at him for help.Blood is thicker than water, especially when our lives are intertwined.Did you seriously think Regan would choose you over himself?Over his brothers?”
“Let go!”I cry, my eyes burning with hot tears.
He laughs, dragging me toward my room and tossing me inside.I stumble to catch myself on the end of the huge bed.My hands clutch the wood frame, and my scalp burns fiercely.“That bastard.Did he think he would get away with this just because he’s fucking dying?”Zeke screams, slamming my door shut.
My hands shake as I try to figure out what just happened, what puzzle pieces were put in place to set this all in motion.“Zeak, I—”
“Get dressed!”he snaps, and his eyes move around the room, searching.“You old fool,” he mumbles with faraway eyes.“I will play by your stupid rules.Let’s see you decide then.”
I follow Zeke’s eyes around the room, trying to figure out what he’s looking for.
“I said get dressed.We have a date.”Zeke points to the closet.I hurry over to it, and he follows, shoving me in.A shriek leaves my lips as I hit the huge dresser that takes up an entire wall.The mirror cracks against the crown of my head, and I rub the spot, my fingertips turning red with blood.
Reaching for the first thing on a hanger, I freeze, wondering what I’m supposed to wear.“What are we—”
“Pants.You can’t run in a fucking dress!”he snaps, tossing some pants at me.
