Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 61

My entire body is freezing and the walk back seems to stretch on forever. The buzz from usinggranny's power has left me exhausted, nearly paralyzed completely. The adrenaline leaves and herecomes the low of using magic, the physical and energetic exhaustion. Yet my mind is racing and yetthe closer we get to the castle, the more worried I become. I will once again be alone with Zeke.Only this time I am in no position to fight him.

Using way too much energy than fathomable I try to sit up in Regan’s arms, his fur tickling my skinas I grip his shoulders. “I can walk,” I tell him, I can't afford to be lazing around while we walk back, Ineeded to move and get feeling back in my limbs. But instead of letting me go, Regan just adjusthis grip on me, one hand sliding under my butt as he wraps my legs around his waist. My face heatswhen I come face to face with him when he licks my cheek. I stare at him thoroughly grossed outand wipe my face with the back of my hand.

“That was damn nasty, god knows where your tongue has been, you could have been licking yourass for all I know!” He laughs

“I'm not a dog,” he huffs.

“You look like one walk on two legs to me.” Instead of answering he does it again and I swat himwith my hand.

"Stop being disgusting!”l snarl at him and he laughs tugging me closer but I try to get out of hisarms, he growls, nipping my cheek and chin with his sharp teeth. I hiss at the sting of it wonderingwhat he is doing and why he is biting me.

"Do that again and I will bite you back!” I snap at him. When he does it again I shriek only this timehe nipped at my neck. Having enough of his biting, I bite him back. only when I do, she shifts andinstead of biting his shoulder like intended, I bite his neck.

Regan groans and I jerk back replaceing flesh instead of fur, hands instead of claws, and him verynaked. Regan growls and I look at his neck, the wound healing when he growls grabbing the back ofmy neck and biting me back.

I thrash as he bites my lip and he chuckles kissing me instead. I push on his shoulders making himlose his grip slightly and I slide down him, his hands quick to move, stopping me and hoisting mehigher.

A shriek leaves me at the thought of being dropped, but Regan uses that to his advantage forcinghis tongue into my mouth. I bite his tongue, making him groan, and the kiss turns violent, teeth andsoft tissue clashing. “Okay, you win!" I chuckle against his lips which are assaulting mine. He laughspulling back slightly when someone clears their throat.

“As entertaining as it is to watch you two love birds, I would like to get home before dark.” Lyonsnarls at me and only then do I realize Regan is no longer walking and we have stopped.

"Hand her over,” Zeke says and my grip on Regan tightens.

“She's fine,” Regan snarls at him.

"And she’s my date, hand her over,” Zeke repeats.

“I can walk,” I tell them, and Regan sets me on my feet only for them to be swept out from underme.

"Zeke!" Regan snarls, but Zeke takes off. A squeal leaves me as my surroundings turn to a blur ofgreen and brown, I can hear Regan calling out but his voice is muffled by the wind. My head feelsdizzy from the motion, my stomach queasy and I have no choice but to press closer to him. Thewind whipping my arms is making them sting.

“Zeke, slow down. You're hurting me,” I whimper, not expecting him to but he does and thensuddenly holds me out at arm's length looking me over. “Where am I hurting you?” he demandswhile I dangle in the air.

“The wind, it stings my skin.” I hiss, and he grunts crushing me against his chest just as Regan, Lyon,and Gnash catch up to us.

“Fucking prick, give her back!” Regan snarls, his hands grabbing me. Zeke growls at him but Reganignores him when Hunter suddenly growls at Regan. Regan glances down at him before glancing atZeke.

"Call him off, Zeke,” Zeke shakes his head. And continues stomping through the forest. Regan goesto grab him.

“You'll only hurt her, she is fine, Regan,” Zeke snarls.

“Not in your hands she’s not!” Zeke growls and both of them stand toe to toe for a second, and Ireplace myself caught between them. If either of them shifts right now I am in a bad position to escapebefore the claws come out.

"Hand her over!” Regan speaks his voice ice cold and his eyes flash, his canines slipping free of hisgums.

"Woah, okay both of you settle down!” Lyon comes over forcing himself between them.

"Stop, both of you. Zeke just gives her to him, for god's sake.”

“Last I checked, she’s mine today. Now back off, Regan. Or maybe she will get hurt!” Zeke snarls,stomping off. I swallow and peer back at Regan over Zeke's shoulder.

“If he was going to hurt her he would have already,” I just make out Lyon tell Regan.

“Regan! What's got into you, have you forgotten what she means? What our father's intentions forher are?” Lyon questions and Zeke stops. He peers down at me, hoisting me higher up his waist butI can't help wanting to hear Regan's answer.

“It's always a damn woman!” Zeke snarls and I turn my gaze to him.

“Pardon?” I ask.

“That gets between us, and Regan holding attachments to you is going to end badly, I can fuckingsee it!” Zeke keeps walking and I twist in his arms to see the castle come into view. I can Regan andLyon arguing behind us but I am just relieved to be back at the castle.

"Are you hungry?” Zeke asks me and I look at him.

“Starving but let me guess, an apple, or maybe lettuce leaf?” I ask him.

"If that is what you want then,” he growls dropping me. I hit the ground and he storms off withoutso much as a glance back. I groan, my backside hurting.

"You were fucking saying?” Regan snarls coming out of the tree line just as I get to my feet. My feetbarely touch the ground for two seconds when he scoops me up. I curse.

“I can fucking walk!” I snap.

“I prefer you close,” he snaps at me. I shake my head, Regan can't seem to decide if he wants medead or alive.

"You're going to get us all killed!” Lyon snarls, storming off ahead. I look at him and Shadow rushesafter him. Regan however, purrs pressing me closer.

“Gnash come!” Regan calls and he follows after his brother. As we enter the castle I expect him toput me down but he doesn't instead he keeps walking turning up a corridor I have never beendown.

“Where are you taking me?” I ask him nervously. He doesn't answer but we pass a few servants; oneshriek spotting the king naked. The others avert their gaze. He follows the massive corridorstopping at a huge black door. He tugs on the handle and a cool draft brushes me making me peerinto the darkness to realize it's a basement. My heart rate quickens as he steps inside, and descendsdown the stairs. I peer up at Regan, his eyes luminescent in the dark and burning brightly.

“Regan?” I murmur, my voice not sounding so confident down here when I can't see a damn thing.“You're safe with me,” he whispers, his lips skating across the corner of my mouth.

“Am 1?" I question unsure, his moods change so rapidly that it's hard to tell. He flicks the light onand I blink as the fluorescent lights flicker before burning brightly when they stay on. Glancingaround I replace dried-out herbs and plants, hanging from the ceiling.

Regan ducks under some moving me toward the huge bench. He sits me on top of it, then turnsaround rummaging through the drawers, he grabs a vial, and herbs that I recognize as wolfsbane. Iwatch as he crushes the plant, focused on his task, his fingers bleeding the more he handles it. Theplant eats away at his flesh but doesn't make so much as a peep despite knowing it must be causinghim pain. He then turns on a bunsen burner and retrieves some bottled water along with a flask. Hedrops the crushed-up wolfsbane in it, and brings it to a boil while I watch.

“Regan?”

“For Zeke,” he tells me while removing the flask off the bunsen burner, he grabs a vial pours it into itthen pops the cap on it before pouring the rest into a bottle. He shakes the vial letting it cool.

“I will have this put in his drink tonight,” He tells me holding up the bottle while I chew my lip.

He passes me the vial. I look at him shocked he is actually going to hand me something that canpoison them.

When I don't take it, too stunned for words, he slips his hand into my torn top, fiddling with my bra,he jams it between my cleavage.

“Keep that on you at all times!” he orders and I look up at him. His eyes flicker and I glancenervously at the door.

"What about your father?”

“Fuck my father!” he snarls.