Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 33

She drops her gaze when I feel him grip my wrist, tugging me out of the store. He leads me outsideand down a few stores, stopping at another which has dark windows you can't see in, and a beadeddoor. I glance up at the sign before Regan pulls me inside. A bell chimes as he pushes through thebeads and opens the glass door. A woman wanders out from behind the counter. Her eyes go tothe King before darting to mine, yet the moment my eyes meet hers, I know there is somethingmore to this woman than meets the eye. Her energy radiates power.

“My King, what brings you here?” She asks, yet her eyes remain on me and her lips tug in thecorners. Looking around, I see she has all sorts of clothes. And pants! Regan tells her I am herelooking for clothes. The woman nods and purses her lips.

"Size?" I almost groan, having not paid attention in the last store, so I am shocked when Regangives her my measurements. She hums and nods.

"Well, we have this section, which should be mostly your size. What are-"

"Something with long sleeves,” Regan says, as he runs his fingers over the racks. The woman nodsand grabs some stuff, holding it up, but everything is... floral. What is it with people wanting to looklike a flower around here?

I am about to shake my head when Regan starts plucking things off the racks that are just plaincolors and much more, something I would wear or make myself.

“Try these on and leave whatever that crap Shelley has you wearing here so she can burn it.” Reganorders, thrusting a dress into my arms.

The woman motions toward a curtain and I pull it back to replace it is some sort of booth with a mirrortaller than me. Slipping inside, I hang the clothes up, getting rid of the clothes Shelley gave me.Can't I give them back to her? Why must I throw them out?

Shaking my head, I pull the black dress on. It flows to the floor, hugging my hips and the top of thedress is low cut; I pull a face, seeing my breasts on display. Pulling on the fabric, I try to tuck them inand pinch the top closed, but the make of the dress doesn't allow it, but it does have long sleeves.Twisting, I smooth the dress out, replaceing it fits like a second skin, the stretchy material hugging mycurves and I feel even more exposed.

Yet it offers more coverage than my boy legs did and is quite pretty when I see the straps at theback hanging down. I hold them up, wondering why I have tails. Walking out of the dressing room, Iam about to ask the woman what to do with them when I replace Regan now sitting out the front, aheap of clothes similar to what I'm wearing across his lap and his phone in his hand.

"Does it fit?” He demands, looking up while I am stupidly holding out the bits of fabric, probablylooking like a bat! His eyes roam over me and his eyes flicker black when he suddenly stands. Thewoman comes rushing over to help me, but Regan steps in her path, grabbing the pieces of lacyfabric I'm holding out.

He begins crisscrossing them over my waist and hips before spinning me around and tying them atthe back.

Great! How am I supposed to tie that by myself? Regan then spins me around to face him. He clickshis tongue, looking down at my feet. He huffs, wandering off and grabbing heels when I shake myhead.

“I'm not wearing those!” I tell him and he presses his lips in a line before replaceing these strappy-looking flat shoes, and another pair of ballet-looking shoes. He nudges me to sit in the chair he wasin before he lifts my skirt. I nearly slap his face when he grips my wrist before it connects with hisface.

“If I wanted to fuck you or touch you sexually. I wouldn't have added that rule to your side, Zirah!”He snaps, letting my wrist go.

"So you do know my name after all, that the second time you have said it!" I retort. He says nothingand laces the shoe up my leg before moving to the next. However, his hands linger far too long onthe other leg when he leans closer, his face barely an inch from my mine, and he sniffs the air beforeleaning back to look at me.

“You really are pure, aren't you?" he questions.

"Excuse me?”

“Untouched! You're a virgin.” My face heats at his words. It's not like I didn't know what sex is. It justnever appealed to me, especially hearing the echoes in the caves. Half the time, I wasn't sure if theywere in pain or in ecstasy, maybe both. Yet his words made my face heat like being a virgin issomething to be ashamed of. Regan raises an eyebrow at me.

"You can really tell? I thought the King was just saying that to make the women fear lying.”

"Virgins smell different, their scent isn't as potent.”

"How so?” I question. He seems to think for a second.

“I don't know.. just different. For example...” he grabs my hand, brushing his thumb over the back ofmy hand. He then holds my hand to my nose. I can smell his touch on my hand. It's a masculinescent, like the smell of the woods after a storm. Refreshing.

He shakes his head. “Of course, you're human you don;t have the same sense of smell. You'll justhave to take my word for it. You smell different from other women; I can smell their lovers on them,but it's different to just me touching you.” He frowns before continuing. “I can smell they've losttheir innocence.” He explains, and I nod. But I could smell his scent, could smell it even before hetouched me.

Regan pulls my skirt down. “How do they feel?” He asks, and I wiggle my toes.

“Fine?” He nods once and grabs the other clothes, passing them to the woman. She wanders offwhen Regan turns, plucking the tag off the dress at my shoulder and he walks off.

“I got the other stuff you asked for?” She tells him, pointing to a stack of lacy undergarments, andpajamas. There is also a pile of pants and socks. I hold up the bra and pull a face.

“It's a bra!” Regan deadpans and I shoot him a look.

“I know what it is. I've just never worn one before.” I pull a face, though this breast contraptionwould have come in handy for storing crystals in. Instead of Granny pulling my hair so tight shecould shove them, or the bracelets she used to make that I always lost when hunting.

“It helps keep things where they should....not that you need it ye—" his eyes dart to my breasts, heclears his throat but doesn't finish what he was going to say.

The woman chuckles. “I think he approves,” she laughs.

I glance down at them. I've never understood why men get so excited over lumps of fat on awoman's chest, created to feed a child.

Regan growls at her, but she does not seem to be bothered in the slightest by him. Glancing at him,he looks down at me. His eyes flick to my cleavage before he smirks, not even caring that I know heis looking at them.

I shake my head, fighting the urge to cover them before remembering the coin’s purse Shelley gaveme. I hand it to the woman, not sure what to do with it.

She shakes her head. “No, take them. Your money's no good here, Zirah.”

I tilt my head to the side. “You know my name?” I ask her.

“The entire city knows your name, dear. You saved my daughter from entering the maze. I owe youa great debt and so does half the kingdom. We look after our own.” Her eyes go to the King and Ishake my head, trying to push the bag toward her.

She shakes her head, bagging the items. “Please take it,” I ask her, but she refuses to take it.

"Well, if you won't take her money, take mine, she is stubborn and won't leave until you do and Ihave work to do,” Regan tells her, pulling a card from his wallet. Similar to the one Shelley gave me.I watch him use it when he raises an eyebrow at me.

"You're not supposed to watch.”

"Sorry, Shelley gave me one of those things but never told me what to do with it,” I tell him, lookingaway and wondering why it is a secret if everyone has one. Regan clicks his tongue, pulling me infront of him

“The chip goes in here. You slide it in.” He pushes the card into the device. And points to the screen.“Then you press which one you want, so this one.” He points and shows me.

"You press the button, then type the pin number in. He presses four digits. “Hit ok and done.”“Shelley never told me about a pin?” I mutter and Regan sighs, grabbing the purse and pulling itout. “She wrote it on the back. This one is different, see?” He shows me.

I nod, still confused. He growls and tucks the card into his pocket. And pulls the one he just usedout, though it is a different color to the one Shelley gave me. “Use this one! Ill order another,” hesays, and I raise an eyebrow.

“Won't you need it?" I ask him.

“I have other cards I can use,” he shrugs, yet I had so many questions like how the money went intothe machine and how it got in the card. Clearly granny left a few things out of her teachings.

He grabs my bags and my hand tugging me toward the door. “I thought your brothers would killme, so I don't think I need it?” I taunt.

“They will. That's why I'm not worried about you sending me broke!” He laughs. I shake my headwhen the woman sings out.

"Zirah!” she says and I stop and Regan growls.

The woman rushes over. “Stay where you are, but lift your hair for me.” My brows furrow, but I do asshe asks when she moves her hands in front of my face, revealing a leather and lace choker with ablack obsidian stone nestled into the center. Hanging off the choker on the first drop-down tier is asmokey quartz stone and the last tier is black amethyst.

I glance at her. “We look after our own!” she repeats and my fingers brush over the leather, but it'snot the choker that shocks me, it's the runes that are embroidered on the inside where no one willsee. Runes, I know, mean protection. They won't work the same as granny’s but I know this is hertelling me what she is, and that she knows what I am, one of her own.

“Tell Shelley I said hi,” she smiles, with a knowing look on her face. I glance at her aura and tilt myhead when she finishes tying it in place. She's a mystic like granny. My lips tug in the corners.

“The Kingdom has waited a long time for someone like you.” Regan scoffs.

"Yes, because a human ruling will really keep you safe from the vampiric Kingdom.” Regan sneers.“No, but she will keep US humans safe from the Lycans.” she retorts and then walks away. I turnback to replace Regan looking at me. He pinches the choker, running his thumb over the black obsidianthat sits in the center, then down to the smokey quartz before his thumb brushes over the last stonenestled between my cleavage.

“It's a black amethyst,” I blurt stupidly, and his eyes flick to mine.

“You know about crystals?” He questions. I bite my lip and nod my head.

"Yeah, we would replace all sorts of crystals in the caves,” I tell him and he nods. He looks back towardthe counter where the woman stands, folding clothes.

"Come on.” He grabs my hand, leading me out. Regan is quiet on the walk back, his grip on my wristis firm as he tugs me along after him.

When we arrive back at the castle gates, he passes the bags to one of the maids and stomps offimmediately into the massive entertainment room Zeke was in earlier. Walking past the entrance, Inotice Zeke lazing in the armchair a drink in his hand as he watches his brother. Lyon has his feet onthe coffee table and a drink in his hand.

However, immediately notice Hunter isn't with Zeke, and I am about to ask where he is when Lyonspeaks, making me freeze.

"What happened to your suit?” I had completely forgotten about the currents I mashed in his pants.Zeke tilts his head and then snickers.

“That explains your mood! Wrong time of the month, brother?” he laughs, and Regan looks over athim. Noticing them looking at his pants, he twists, and I duck behind the massive vase that is as tallas me in the entryway.

He growls furiously. “That fucking brat!” Lyon snickers and I hear a glass break before stompingfootsteps. I press against the wall, hiding behind the vase more.

“Where are you going?” Zeke laughs.

“To deal with her!” he growls stomping off toward the stairs. I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh.When he is out of view, I step out from behind the vase when someone clears their throat, makingme jump. Lyon is leaning against the wall just in the entry.

“Run human, I'd hate to be you when he gets his hands on you!" he laughs wandering back into theroom. I peer in, and Zeke smirks at me, and I quickly rush off to look for Shelley since I can't go backto my room right now.