Page 88 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
Zeke pulls the blade from his shoulder, and Regan reaches over the table to grab me, but he isn’t faster than his brother.Zeke presses the bloody knife to my throat, and I hold my breath.Regan freezes, and so does Lyon, whose eyes dart between his two brothers.
“One more step, and I’ll gut her where she lies,” Zeke warns with words that turn my blood to ice.His eyes lock on Regan.So much for our deal.
Regan growls low, threateningly, his shirt tearing more with each breath he takes as he tries to fight the urge to shift.Gnash growls off to the side of me while the cold metal of the blade digs into my throat.
“Zeke...”Lyon whispers, and I swallow, staring up at Zeke.
“No, he needs to pick sides, now fucking choose,” Zeke yells.Regan grits his teeth but says nothing, but I can tell by his flickering eyes that he is livid and wants to hurt his brother.
“Choose!Her or us, brother.Who is it?”Zeke booms angrily.
“Tell him, Regan,” Lyon pleads.“Fucking tell him you choose us.”
“I can’t do that...”The weight of his words linger in the air while Zeke glares at him.
“You’d choose her?You’d fucking choose a mere human bitch over us?”he booms, his fist coming down on the table beside my head.
I jump, the blade digging into my neck harder.“After everything,everythingI gave up for you.”The knife clutched in Zeke’s hand quivers against my throat, and the blade slices my skin.I hiss, and Regan jerks forward but stops when Zeke moves the blade, cutting a line through my shirt and down my chest, making me squirm.
“Zeke!”Regan speaks, and I can hear the panic lacing his voice.
“I lost her because of you.I chose you over her,” Zeke states emotionlessly.
“I told you not to,” Regan yells.
“But I did,” Zeke’s voice shakes but his hand is steady as hebrings the blade to a stop.My skin stings where the knife has marked it, and Regan looks on the verge of jumping over the table to grab it.
“You’re my brother, my blood.”
“She was a baby!”Regan screams back at him.
“And I would have raised her.I would have looked after her...”
“Zeke, come on.You’re hurting her,” Lyon whispers, his hand grabbing Zeke’s just as the blade cuts the center of my bra.The bra spills open, putting my breasts on display, and the vial that was between them rolls off my chest onto the table.The clink of it rolling into the wineglass draws Zeke’s attention.He tilts his head to the side, reaching for it, and as I move to snatch it back, the blade pierces my breast, making me cringe and clutch it.
Zeke’s eyes dart to mine as he plucks the vial up, holding it up to the light.
“You were going to poison me?”he whispers, and his canines protrude as his temper rises.I shake my head in panic, and he digs the blade into my breast, making me scream.Regan and Lyon both go to grab him, but Zeke is faster, pressing the blade to my neck, making them freeze.
“Where did you get this?”Zeke asks, his eyes going to Regan.
“I gave it to her.Now let her go, Zeke,” Regan admits, and his eyebrows raise.
“You would help her poison your brothers?”
“No, just you.I don’t trust you with her.”
Zeke scoffs.“Clearly, she can’t be trusted with you.Plotting against us?Is Father’s throne really worth so much to you?”Zeke booms.
“No!But she is,” Regan says, and I turn my head to look at him as the blade slices my skin.He swallows thicky.
“I let my mate die to save you...”Zeke snarls.Regan looks away guiltily, and I glance at Zeke in confusion.“I chose you over my mate,” Zeke bellows.
“Our mate!”Regan screams back at him.“Do you think I didn’t want to keep her too?”Regan retorts.Lyon drops his gaze and swallows.
“Of course you fucking didn’t.You fucking killed her!”Zeke yells.Regan shakes his head.“So this is on you!”Zeke snarls before he drags the blade down my stomach to my pants.He starts hacking at them, and when I thrash around, he suddenly grabs them, tearing the front apart and revealing the fact I have no underwear on.
“She’s alive!”Regan blurts out and Zeke snarls.
