Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 34

Later that night.

Regan has changed from his ruined suit and is now dressed more casually in jeans and a black shirt.He glares across from me at the dinner table, and I have ignored his hateful gaze for the past halfan hour.

King Regan is still pissed off, and I spent most of the afternoon hiding in Shelley's room once Ifound it. I haven't dared to return to my room out of worry that he would be waiting to make goodon his threat.

Regan reaches for his glass of whiskey, swirling it in the glass before drinking it and holding hishand out to the waiter wanting another. The waiter takes its rushing off when King Theron turns inhis seat to look at me.

"You are to meet Regan first thing in the morning at 9 AM; my sons usually have breakfast broughtto them, so just meet him in his room.” King Theron tells me, and I swallow nervously, knowing Iwould have to spend an entire twenty-four hours with Regan. His lips turn up into a cruel smirk."Why wait, father? We might as well start the game now?" Regan growls, his lips tugging up into asmirk. King Theron purses his lips, and I open my mouth to argue when King Theron speaks.

“See, why can’t you two be as eager to win her hand?” King Theron asks Lyon and Zeke. Zekesnickers, his lips turning up deviously, knowing Regan is probably plotting my death, not seeking myhand unless it's to remove it from my body.

“I rather cut mine off!” I tell him, not wanting to go anywhere near Regan with how he has spent allof the dinner glaring at me.

“My King, you promised Zirah a night to herself?” Shelley steps in for me. King Theron glances ather, and she drops her head, bowing slightly. King Theron huffs out a breath, and Shelley lifts hereyes to meet mine. I suck in a breath, waiting for his answer.

“I did say that?” the King mumbles, and I chew my lip, waiting for him to answer.

“I think let her have a night to herself,” Lyon interrupts the King's thoughts. Regan glares at him, andso does Zeke, who leans forward in his chair to look around Regan.

"Yes, I'm sure she wants to get a good night's rest after her adventures in the town today?” KingTheron says, looking at me. I nod my head quickly, keeping my gaze from Regan, who I can feel isglaring at me, his aura making goosebumps rise on my arms.

“Very well, it's settled then. Tomorrow at 9 AM, you are to meet Regan in his bedroom for breakfastbut remember, dinners are held together.”

He glances at each of his sons.

“That means all of you!” King Theron orders his sons. They grumble and grow! but reluctantly nod,and I pick up my spoon and taste the soup set out in front of me and nearly spit it out.

It's scalding hot, but I manage to force it down. It's chicken soup, and I am starving, hungry. TheKing lays out the rules again while I dip my bread in the soup, only half listening, having heard italready.

Hearing the rules again wasn't going to change the fact I was doomed no matter what! However,when Malachi enters the dining room, the King looks up, his chair scraping as he pushes it out.“The car is waiting, my king.” Malachi bows slightly. King Theron places his napkin on the table andstands. He sighs, walking over to me. He puts his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze."Give “em hell, dear.” He winks at me, then walks off, followed closely by Shelley and Malachi.Turning back to the table, I replace all three Kings staring at me. Zeke smirks, and I move to leave whenRegan speaks.

“Dinners are to be spent together, or have you already forgotten the rules?” King Regan asks.

"Yes, as of tomorrow. So until then, I am done here!” I tell him, pushing my chair back.

“The dinner rules were never mentioned as to when it takes effect, only when you have to act as ourwife!” Zeke smirks, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms across his chest.

“Remember, human, if you break the rules, we get to punish you appropriately.” His eyes flashmenacingly. Regan’s eyes dart to Zeke briefly, and he presses his lips in a line, and I purse my lips.“Fine then, hurry up. I want to go to bed!” I snap at them, folding my arms across my chest defiantly.Four Hours Later.

My ass is going numb, and my back is aching from sitting at this damn table for so long. Theyweren't even eating, just talking or fiddling with their phones, and every time I went to get up toleave, one of the Kings would raise a brow or smirk and pick up something popping it into theirmouths

It's 10 PM, and I am usually asleep by now. Yawning, I watch Zeke set down his bottle of liquor. Hehas managed to down an entire one-liter bottle of rum. He wasn't even using a glass, just drinking itstraight from the bottle. Lyon is also half drunk. Regan, however, has been nursing the same glass ofwhiskey for the past hour. All the while, they pretend I'm not here until I move.

"Are we done?” I ask, and silence falls at the table. Their chatting dies down as they all turn theirattention to me. When they don't answer, I push my chair out and tuck it back in. The moment I turnto leave, Zeke moves with a speed that should be illegal! He steps in front of me, blocking my path,and I sigh, annoyed.

"Zeke, move—" my words are cut off by his hand gripping my hair, and he jerks my head back,making me hiss when my hair tug painfully.

"You dare address me by name?” He snarls at me.

“You're not my King!” I spit back at him, clutching his hand when he cranes my neck back further.“No? Then what am I?” he growls, and I glare at him, knowing he is looking for any reason to enacta punishment, so instead, I bite back any of the profanities I want to spit at him. When I say nothing,he smiles, his eyes flashing.

"Our father may be forcing us to participate in this little game of playing house with you, but thatdoesn’t mean you can do what you want!”

“That goes for you too; last I checked, you're supposed to be playing for my hand, I can tell youright now. You were out of the running the moment I met you!” I sneer at him.

“You'll be dead long before you have a chance to pick between us; the only hand we are playing foris a hand in your death! If you haven't noticed yet, my father is gone, none of the staff will help you,and you're without our wolves. Accidents happen, and no one here will question whether or not wehave reason to punish you or what that punishment should be.”

“I've done nothing wrong to warrant punishment!” I retort, and Zeke smiles.

“Haven't you? Did we say you could leave?” He snarls, his eyes flickering dangerously. His breathsmells of rum. The liquor permeates off him, and I am learning quickly that Zeke isn't safe to bearound sober yet drunk. He's an entirely different sort of asshole, cruel.

"Zeke, let her go!” Regan growls.