Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 29

The King had a schedule set up on a board when I entered the dining hall, a calendar of sorts, and Igulp back the dread when I see today I will be once again with Regan. He did not look happy aboutit at all as he sat glaring at the board like he could set it on fire if he just glared hard enough.“Zirah, finally, you're here!”

"Unfortunately! I was hoping she choked in her sleep!” Zeke sneers, glaring at me.

“Maybe if I'm lucky, you'll choke on that damn ego of yours!” I spit back at him as I take my seatbeside King Theron.

“Moon Goddess, why didn't I make his mother swallow him?” King Theron mutters to the roof as herubs his temples. I snort a laugh, and Zeke mutters something, turning his gaze away while Lyonlooks appalled at his father's words.

“As I was saying to my sons before you entered, I have assigned each day for the next two weeksamongst the three of them. Upon my return, and as long as none of them have forfeited the throne,you'll choose whose Kingdom you shall go to next. Think of this as a trial run, a try before you buywhich pig of son you end up with.” King Theron snaps, glaring at Zeke.

“Now, today, you'll be with King Regan. He'll take you into town to buy some clothes, and you'llspend the rest of the day and night with him. Each morning at 9 am, you'll be passed to the next!”The King announces triumphantly.

“When you say spend the rest of the day and night, does that mean every second of it?" I questionnot wanting to spend the night with any of these assholes.

“Precisely. You'll live like a married couple.” My eyes dart between the three Kings, who all stare atme like this is my fault!

“Nope!” I snap, sitting back and folding my arms across my chest.

“Zirah, must I remind you of what you agreed upon? These are the rules of this arranged marriage.In the end, you'll pick which son you replace worthy.”

“I'm not sleeping in the same room as any of them. I rather sleep in the stables!” I retort.

“Fine, that's settled then, father; I will drop her at the stables at bedtime or the pigpen wherever shefeels more at home!” King Regan snaps, getting to his feet.

"Sit down!” King Theron booms, and his fist comes down on the table.

“A pig would be more worthy of the throne than any of you!” I spit back at King Regan. His jawclenches, and his hand on the table fists. Turning my attention to the King, I plead my case.

“Can I marry your fattest pig, King Theron? At least if your Kingdom falls, we'll have bacon!” I ask,and King Theron smiles.

“You marry one of my sons, dear; you'll have all the bacon you want, but no. I need a successor, andthese three muppets are, unfortunately, the only options.” he motions toward his sons.

"Why can't I stay in the room I am in? As much as I am looking forward to spending time with theparasites you call sons, I fear they'll kill me in my sleep the first chance they get.” I tell him."Goddess, give me strength. She is trying my last damn nerve.” The King mutters and sighs. He sitsback, glaring at his sons.

“You will not kill her, and the same rule applies: she dies in your care or suddenly goes missing, youinstantly forfeit your throne and Kingdom! Am I understood?” Lyon nods his head once. Regangrowls in answer when Zeke smiles wickedly. I watch him, not liking the evil glint in his eyes.

"Fine by me, but father, if we must live like a married couple and share a bed and all that isn't onlyfair, she has to perform like one?”

"What do you mean?” King Theron questions. Zeke shrugs. “Well, if she gets to try before she buys,shouldn't we be granted the same privilege?” My heart skips a beat.

“I'm not following, son. What is it you are asking?”

"He wants to know if she will be obligated to fuck him!” Regan sneers, yet his eyes don't leave mewhen I look at him.

"Well, if she wants to, sure. But if you brutalize her—"

"We'll lose our kingdoms!” Zeke finishes for him with a roll of his eyes, yet his lips tug into a cruelsneer.

'So wait, how is any of this fair? We have been given every rule, yet she has none?” Lyon asks, yet myeyes are still locked on Regan. The moment Zeke spoke, his aura flared like a raging storm, cracklingaround us and darkening to the most violent hue I've ever seen.

“She needs rules father, we can't have her walk all over us. Why is it she can pick and order usaround, yet she isn't to even attempt to meet our standards?” Lyon argues. Regan breaks the stareoff, and I let out a breath as he turns his attention to his brother and father. Turning my gaze toKing Theron, his brows are creased, and he appears to be deep in thought.

“Very well, I suppose I'm willing to compromise, but you'll obey every rule I set out!” He looks at hissons before he turns his attention to me. “And so will you! No if's, no but's, you'll actually try toobey the rules!” My mouth suddenly loses all moisture, wondering what rules he'll give me, and myeyes move to Shelley, who stares at me in some silent message to agree, reminding me it won'tmatter once I escape.

So I nod in agreement. “What are the rules?” I ask and the King's tense posture relaxes, and hepushes up from his seat and grabs another board to write; he chews on the end of his marker for asecond while he thinks before writing Grooms on one side and slashing a line down the middle andwriting bride on the other. I pull a face, not liking either of those titles.

He moves back to the groom's side, marker scribbling.

“First rule: No killing the Bride!”

"Same rule should apply to her if she is expected to share our bed!” Lyon points out. Zeke scoffs,and Lyon growls at him.

“Idiot, you have to sleep sometime! Unless you learned how to sleep with one eye open?” Lyonretorts.

“Good point, son!” King Theron states, writing the same rule for me: I can't kill them.

“Bummer, I was really hoping he would leave that one off; I had your deaths all planned out.” I spitsarcastically.

The three Kings glare at me while King Theron moves back to their rules. And the outrage caused byit is instantaneous by Zeke and Lyon

“You'll remain faithful to your bride!”

"What? That's some fucking bullshit if she doesn't have to put out!” Zeke snarls. “I'm not agreeingwith that one. Either she gets on her knees or on her fucking back, or we get it somewhere else!”Zeke snaps.

The King ignores Zeke and Lyon's words of outrage and writes the same on my side, yet that rule isfine with me. I have no plans to deflower myself anytime soon!

Instead of reading each one out, he continues writing while we all wait in anticipation of these rules.When he is done, he turns to face us.

"Each side will have ten rules. You three boys can write two rules each, and Zirah. You can write onerule for them since they have more rules than you already. So choose wisely.” The King states.

The King turns the board so we can't see it on the easel and steps away from the board, tossing thepen to Lyon, who gets up first. He walks over to the board, writes his two rules, then smirks, passingthe pen to Zeke. His eyes flicker dangerously at me as he gets up from the chair and looks at hisfather.

“I can make any rule?”

"As long as it doesn't go against my rules.” King Theron tells him, and Zeke moves to the board. Hereads the rules set out by the king and growls angrily and presses his lips in a line before thinking ofhis two rules. Yet before he can write anything, King Regan gets up and snatches the pen off him.Zeke growls and squares up to his brother, who is a good foot or more taller than him

I watch on nervously when glancing at the King to see if he'll interfere, yet he watches on eagerlywhen King Regan speaks.

"You said we can pick two rules, right? No matter what those rules are, as long as they don’t goagainst yours?” King Regan questions. His aura oozes out of him angrily, and Zeke snarls, baring histeeth at his brother.