Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Lycan Queen's Prey Chapter 33

~Zirah~

“I'll do whatever you want, take my kingdom, take everything, don't take this from me,” he pleads.My lips quiver as I peer down at him, but I can't risk the curse; he has not redeemed himself, and Iwon't risk Lyon, who has.

But he's not the only one breaking at my actions; I love him, but sometimes love is not enough. Weall have a part, and mine is to choose, even if it kills me doing it. Regan presses his face into mystomach; I can feel his tears soaking my top, just as the ones sliding down my face soaking mycheeks.

“I, Zirah, Queen of the high seat of Arcana Empyreal Dominion, reining heir of the four foundingKingdoms, reject you, King Regan of Lupine Kingdom.” I stammer out.

“No... no... no!” Regan bellows, his claws slip out, slashing my legs as his sin comes out, the truemonster he was cursed to be, but I am expecting it, and as my hand falls to his neck, my magicflares, stunning him. His claws sink into my thighs like hooks, yet I ignore the pain; it's nothingcompared to the pain burning through my chest. Peering down at him, Regan's eyes are dead, yetfilled with agony. He shakes his head violently as the tears spill over, sliding down his cheeks instreaking rivulets of agony and grief.

“Under the moon's ethereal glow,

King no more, I strip you so.

My mark, once your saving grace,

Now fades from its sacred place.

My mark, his virtue, erased from his skin,

Leaving only the trace of his echoing sin.

My wrath upon Wrath, a poetic slate,

His kingdom falls; his death I dictate.

By the power of the moon, I hereby decree,

Your death is near, so mote it be.”

Regan’s agonized scream is enough to make my stomach twist on the ceiling as he writhes, clawingat his throat with his claws while my mark burns and fades. Alone and abandoned, he screams untilhis voice cracks and his throat is raw. Finding myself unable to listen to his wails, I turn away. Hisagony is fiercer as he drops to the ground, my mark searing from his skin. Gnash whimpers and Ipray; I hope I didn't just seal his fate along with his owners. Yet unable to listen to his agony, I movetoward the door to replace Zeke waiting.

"You didn't leave?”

“You really rejected him.” he breathes.

“You didn't think I would?"

“I had a feeling you would, but I hoped you wouldn't,” he tells me, opening the back door of his car.“I can't leave with you; I have to sort out the mess here.” I tell him.

“I'll handle it; Malachi has buses on the way,” comes James’ voice.

“And what of your mother's rapists?” I ask, looking at Zeke before peering at the dungeon.

“I'll also handle it, go, you still have one kingdom left, and I have a brother and nephew to bury,hopefully, no more,” James states.

“You knew?" I ask him.

“I did, and so did Regan; it's why he brought me with him.” My brows furrow in confusion; he knewI'd reject him, yet he came anyway.

"And the prisoners?" I ask Zeke. He glances away, as I take him in. He's hiding something. "They'realready gone." he breathes.

"Excuse me?"

"One of the drones reported back to Regan about you being here. Not long after I left, his dronesescorted them out. They're on their way to mine shafts already. Regan tried to clean up, he'd hopedyou hadn't visited there yet.” I stagger back.

"There were children in there," I gasp.

I'm too filled with emotions and guilt to speak, so instead I just nod. Zeke steps forward, his darkhair looking black in the moonlight that pierces through the windows; it falls across his face with asinister air, making him appear more menacing than ever before. He is Lyon's opposite, yet hismenace doesn't quite match Regan's.

He wears an ebony suit fitted against every muscle on his body — he has always been attractive,though now takes my breath away — and even under such a dark atmosphere there is somethingstrangely handsome about him as he holds out both hands towards me without saying anythingelse. His body is strong and muscular, his eyes are intense as they scan me like I'm prey about to bepounced on--yet underneath it all lies something else; something compassionate but also resolutethat speaks louder than any words could ever make.

"If we are leaving, we need to go now, to get to my kingdom we must pass the borders of thevampiric kingdom as we approach the highway." Zeke is calm amidst chaos - nobility even indarkness are traits few are able to muster, yet he masters them effortlessly.

Taking his hand, I silently consent for whatever needs to come of this night's events, knowing somethings were inevitable regardless of how hard we tried to avoid them. So I let Zeke drag me to thewaiting limo.

Regan, however, storms out of the castle and attempts to go after me, but James steps in his way."Regan, no. What are you doing?" James pleads with him.

"She's not leaving me!" Regan overcome with the very sins that plague him and moves toward us,Zeke opens the rear door and motions for my wolves to hop in, they obey immediately, yet I can'ttear my gaze from Regan who is trying to get past his uncle.

Regan looks defeated, but still raging within him was something darker than before.

"He won't hurt my uncle. James can take care of himself, I promise, Zirah," I chew my lip for asecond, debating whether to leave James with his raging nephew. Sighing, I slide across the seat,trusting James can handle him.

"How far away is your kingdom?" I ask Zeke as the car starts to move. My voice is monotonous,dead sounding.

"A few hours, away from here."

"And what will I replace once there? Is it worse than here?"

"You'll replace out soon enough.” he states, turning his gaze to the window. I do too, only for a gasp toescape me when I see Regan storming toward the dungeons. My eyes widen when I see the bottlein his hand, the guards run the moment they spot him. James chases him, and I move toward thedoor, only for Zeke to grab me.

"There was no way he was letting them live, you know this," Zeke whispers just as I see Regan openthe door, set fire to the fabric protruding from the bottle. My stomach drops, there are quicker waysto die, but before I can say that Zeke's hand goes across my eyes, blocking me from watching."How long have they been down there?" I murmur just as I hear their screams.

"17 years." Zeke whispers.