Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 67

Zirah POV

It's daylight by the time he returns. The sun filters in through the windows, its warm light casting agolden hue on the bedroom. The light is gentle but intense, and it makes my body sting as ittouches the cuts lacing my skin. My arms ache furiously, my shoulders feel dislocated, and I lost thefeeling in my hands hours ago. I squint my eyes at the brightness of the room as it illuminates theback of my eyelids. Blood is caked to my legs and backside. I don't bother lifting my head when Ihear the door open, and Zeke stumbles back into the room.

He reeks of alcohol and mutters to himself when he stubs his toe on the corner of the chaise. Hecurses before kicking it and breaking the wooden leg off. This causes me to wince when a splinteredpiece flakes off and hits my thigh. Hearing him muttering to himself, he moves past me and picks upthe piece of broken wood at my feet, bottle clutched in the crook of his arm.

Fear makes me glance in his direction, his entire body tenses. He then lifts his head slightly, his eyesmoving to mine, and a look of confusion sweeps over him. He blinks at me and rubs his eyesquickly, almost like he is dazed, as he jumps, standing upright.

"Zirah?" he asks, and I realize he used my name instead of calling me human. His eyes trail over mybloodied body, and his hands grab me. He drops the bottle tucked in the crook of his arm, and itshatters on the floor, sending shards of glass flying and spilling the amber liquid over the floor. Themoment his hands touch me, I cry out when pain courses through me. He trips over his own feet ashe lets go in panic and lands on his ass.

“Nol...Nol...What have I done?" he chokes with wide eyes as he stares at me dangling from thecanopy beam on his bed.

“Ill.... I'll get help..... Someone will—" he looks on the verge of a panic attack as he scrambles to hisfeet, grabbing my legs.

Does he not remember what he did? Why does he seem so shocked when he did this to me? Heclutches his hair, eyes following the chain to see where it is attached to the hook.

He rips it off, and I scream when the chain suddenly drops under my weight, my limbs like puttyfrom hanging all night, and I crash toward the ground. I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the pain.Zeke grabs me before I hit the floor, which makes me scream when my legs and backside, slick withmy trickling blood, slide through his arms. I feel like I've been skinned alive. He drops me in panicbefore stumbling into the doorframe. He rips the door open and screams for his brothers while I layon the ground, unable to move as I cringe in pain.

“They'll come... they'll help youl... I'm sorry... I..." He stutters, reaching for me while I whimper. Themore he touches me, the more it hurts. I just want him to leave when he picks me up. He rushes tothe bathroom screaming for help. However, help does not come. He twists the taps to the showerwhile I lean limply against him. It's all I can do, unable to support my own weight. My body tremblesfrom the pain, and I can feel his grip tightening around me. I try to push off him feebly, but myhands still have no feeling.

Zeke finally sets me down in the shower, the water pouring over my body. I close my eyes, trying toescape the pain and replace some kind of comfort. However, Zeke is almost frantic, his hand tuggingand pulling at my shirt, which jostles me. At first, I wonder what he is doing until I realize he isundressing me. He tears my shirt down the middle, and I cry out, the motion dragging me a bitacross the tiled floor.

"No..No..Zeke. Leave me alone!" I scream, and he jerks away from me, landing on his ass, looking atme bewildered. "Don't touch me," I breathe, collapsing in a heap on the floor.

"Zirah, please. I will make it better. I can make the pain stop,” he begs while leaning forward, hishand outstretched toward me. "LEAVE ME!" I scream so loud it renders me breathless when a guardfrom the hall bursts into the room. I don't move much because I barely have the strength to. Everyinch of me aches. No part of me isn't hurting.

When the guard steps in further, Zeke clutches his hair leaning back against the shower wall. "MyKing....What have you done?" the man breathes, and he crouches beside me. All I can do is stare atZeke, who rocks back and forth, muttering to himself like he, too, can't believe what he did. Theguard sweeps my hair out of my face, and I know I should be embarrassed that he can see menaked, but all my dignity went out the window. The guard gasps, turning his head to look over hisshoulder.

"Elias, go replace and get the kings."

"Is she alright?” I hear the other guard question but can't see him.

"Find them now!" the guard orders, and the man hurries off.

"I didn't mean it; I don't remember,” Zeke whimpers, banging his fists on the side of his head

"He'll kill me...I deserve it... I deserve it." Zeke whacks his head, then rips at his hair.

"Elias warned you last night... we knew you were in no state to be with her. You are such a glutton!"the guard screams at him. I wait with bated breath for Zeke to lose his temper and kill the guard forthe way he spoke to him. Any other time he would have. However, Zeke just rocks back and forth,muttering to himself.

"Glutton, I'm the glutton,” Zeke mutters, making my brows pinch when I hear them running towardus in the corridor. Moments later, Regan and Lyon burst into the room.

Regan’s eyes are drawn straight to Zeke, and the guard, then to me. Lyon runs into his back when hestops abruptly too.

The grow! that leaves Regan promises violence when Lyon speaks. “Zeke...” he gasps, staggeringinto the room while Regan's eyes are on Zeke.

“I don’t remember... I just... you have to help her!” Zeke screams at them, Lyon pushes past him, andthe guard leaps away from me. But I rather stay with the guard. He seems kind and has not hurt me.Lyon stops just inside the shower door. His gasp is audible as he stares down at the blood-soakedfloor and my broken body on the floor.

“Clean her up!” Regan snarls at Lyon, who runs towards me, shoving the guard out of the way. I cryout the moment he grabs me, pulling me into his lap. He bites his wrist, but I slap his hand away."Zirah!" Lyon growls at me.

"I don't want you. I don't want any of you!" I scream, thrashing despite the agony that rips me topieces when I do. Regan roars, punching the wall, the force splitting the tile when he moves towardme, gripping my face.

"You will not fight him!" he orders, and I feel his command roll over me like I am being smashedunder a tidal wave. My body falls slack, and my thrashing stops. He runs his thumb across my lips,his eyes softening.

"I never should have left you alone with him,” Regan murmurs before letting me go and rising to hisfeet.

"Regan?" Lyon worries.

"Watch her!"

"Regan! You can't..You know it's not his fault,” Lyon murmurs, his head turning in Zeke's direction."He shouldn't have touched her!” Regan growls, stalking toward Zeke.

“Regan, I swear to you... I—" Zeke pleads when Regan growls, the sound so threatening it makes mewhimper as his impressive aura rips out of him, crushing me. The guard drops to the floor, his bodyhitting the ground so hard and fast it knocks the wind out of him

Regan grabs him by the front of his shirt, throwing him out the door. "Regan!" Lyon shouts.

"No! Now he'll know why I am called Wrath!" Regan snarls.