Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 44

His eyes are pitch black and his canines are extended. His grip tightens and I choke, my legs kickingat him when he growls louder. The next second, Gnash bites him. Regan roars, the sound setting myblood to ice as his aura smashes me and his grip tightens, making me thrash as he crushes mythroat. He glances down at his wolf while I grasp at his hand, needing him to let go so I can breathe.“Gnash?” Regan blinks at him and the crazed look on his face disappears and his facial featuressoften. Gnash growls, snapping his jaws at his owner and I dig my nails into his hand which drawshis attention back to me. He looks at me and blinks, almost like he's not sure if he's seeing correctlyor if I'm merely a figment of his imagination. My lips part suffocating on his tight grip, and my headfeels on the verge of exploding.

"Human?" He murmurs and his brows furrow. His eyes go to my fingernails digging into his handand he gasps, eyes widening, he lets go.

I land on my knees at his feet and clutch my throat. Sucking in huge lungfuls of air, trying to catchmy breath, yet I can still feel his lingering grip, like his fingers are etched into my flesh. Seconds feltlike hours while trapped in his grip. Regan moves, “Zirah you can't-" he moves to grab me, but I slaphis hands.

“Don’t touch me!” I rasp out while Gnash whimpers, nudging me with his nose while my heartpounds erratically.

“Let's go,” Regan says, ripping open the door and walking out. I stare after him, wondering whatcame over him when Gnash whimpers, nudging me once again. I pat his head, my fingers tremblingwhen I clutch his fur, pulling myself to my feet.

Regan doesn't wait for me. Instead, I lose him and have to rely on Gnash to show me the way.Gnash leads me to the dining hall where I hear arguing, Regan screaming at his brothers when Ihear glass shatter and a loud bang. Upon entering, I replace Regan has Zeke against the wall by histhroat, and Lyon is trying to get between them.

“Regan, calm down,” Lyon speaks softly while grasping Regan’s shoulder.

“I could have fucking killed her!” Regan screams back at Lyon.

"You said to watch her. You never said how long for!” Zeke retorts.

“You knew I was drinking wolfsbane! You were hoping I fucking killed her!” Regan snarls, slammingZeke into the wall again before he grunts, staggering back and clutching his side.

Zeke shoves past him. “Well, it appears I now have to do the dirty work for us. You've never been ateam player, Regan. Instead, once again, I will have to be the fucking bad guy!” Zeke snaps when hiseyes fall on me. Regan snarls, looking down at his side, and my eyes go to the blade stabbed intohim. His shirt turns a deep shade of red.

Regan pulls the long blade out and grits his teeth while Lyon moves to lift his shirt only to earn agrowl. He backs away with his hands in the air and I watch, wondering what happened in the fewminutes it took me to get here. It is clear whatever it is; it is to do with me, and what happenedwhen I came up behind Regan in the bedroom.

Regan goes to argue back when Zeke smiles. “She looks perfectly fine to me!” Zeke says, and Lyonand Regan’s attention is drawn to me. Regan mutters something but takes his seat, Lyon throws anervous glance at him but also takes his.

Moving into the room, I drop into the closest chair, and Gnash sits at my feet. The table is set withevery food you could think of and I wait, glancing at the stupid board that is now attached to thewall with all the rules that Zeke is intent on following when it regards me. Yet is willing to break theirown.

Regan drops the blade on the table and reaches for a cloth napkin. He curses, lifting his shirt a littleand pressing it against the wound that is spilling blood down his abs and side, and soaking thewaistband of his pants. Shaking his head, he growls, snatching up another knife, but he quicklytosses it aside.

“Fucking dick, you know I can't heal properly right now.” Zeke waves him off and passes him a cleanbutter knife. Regan snatches it, holding the tip of the blade over one of the candles. Bile rises in mythroat, knowing exactly how much burns hurt. He waits for the tip to glow red when he presses itagainst the wound.

He grits his teeth, glaring at Zeke, who only serves to mock him more by smiling at him. When he’sdone, he drops his shirt and sets the knife on the table. He grabs his food from the platters, loadinghis plate. After a few minutes, a servant brings out a bottle of whiskey.

Regan snatches the bottle, not bothering with a glass, and drinks out of it while Zeke raises aneyebrow at him and asks for wine. The servant moves toward Lyon but he holds up his glass to sayand sips his water. My eyes go back to the board when Regan speaks.

“Gnash come!” He calls his wolf who gets up, Gnash huffs and wanders over to him and I see Regangrab a steak off one of the platters that sit in the center of the table, he gives it to Gnash and patshis head only for Gnash to come to me.

"Gnash, what are you" his words cut off when he realizes Gnash was coming back to me. Gnashdrops the huge steak into my lap and I pull a face.

“Ew, Gnash. No, you eat it!" I tell him, I definitely don’t want it now that he’s drooled on it. Gnashnudges me with his nose and my stomach sinks at the thought that their wolves have betterinstincts than they do. At least his wolf cares enough to feed me.

"Why aren't you eating?” Regan questions, pulling my attention to him.

"One of the rules, brother,” Zeke states while cutting into his steak.

"What fucking rule says she can't eat?” Regan snaps, and Zeke rolls his eyes.

“The rules are behind you. She can only eat what we give her and miss goody-two-shoes over thereis too much of a chicken to break the rules. I tried to get her to!” Zeke taunts, his eyes flicking to me.“Don't worry, she will eventually, and I can't wait to punish her for it when she does!” He says,sending me a cruel smile. Regan turns in his seat to look at the rules before he growls and turnsback to the table.

"Who made that rule?” My eyes move to Lyon, who is now glaring at his plate, and Regan presseshis lips in a line.

"So I take it she didn't eat lunch?”

"She refused her lunch. Don't worry brother, you didn't break the rule to ensure she eats three timesa day. Don't worry, I'm always looking out for you, not your fault if she refused it. Though I'm sureher refusal is fitting of a punishment? Don't you think Lyon?” Zeke mocks, turning to look at hisbrother.

Lyon doesn't meet my gaze but offers nothing on the decision to punish me for not drinking poison."Why? What did you order for her?” Regan questions.

“Nothing, I sent the servant to ask, but you slammed the door in her face. I told the servant shecould have the same as you, though, but I replace the human to be quite stubborn about dying, so sherefused, unfortunately.” Zeke chuckles.

Regan grabs the bloodied knife. “I'd think twice, you wouldn't want to piss me off, especially giventomorrow is my day with her. I will make it even more painful if you lay a damn finger on me again.”Zeke warns his brother. Regan’s eyes go to me and reluctantly he drops the knife while shaking hishead.

“So do you want me to punish her for you, Regan? I don't mind, and I think a good throat fuckingwill teach her the error of her ways!” I gulp, the action making my crushed windpipe hurt.

“By the look of her neck, she’s already been punished,” Lyon states. His head tilting to the side, Zekesighs. “Always ruining my fun,” he mutters.

"One day I'll fucking kill you!” Regan snarls at Zeke.

“Such morbid talk for dinner, Brother. Choose a topic that is not so depressing. Besides my death,you'll never manage, not unless you're suicidal. Should I call the family therapist? Do we need tohave another heart-to-heart?” Zeke asks, twisting in his seat.

Zeke drops his elbow on the table, propping his chin on his hand. “And how does that make youfeel? Did little Zekey hurt your feelings?” Zeke teases and Regan shoves him. Zeke snickers, turningback in his chair when Regan looks at me.

“Eat whatever you want,” he tells me and I glance at the table.

“Make sure you eat. Goddess only knows what the fuck Zeke will feed you!” Lyon growls, glaring atZeke, who only shrugs. Taking their advice, I pile my plate with vegetables before looking at theburned steaks and scrunching my face up. When I see theirs, however, theirs looks much moreappetizing. Standing up, I steal a piece of steak from their side of the table and they all stop eatingto look at me.