Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Chapter 70

Regan, still reeling from his actions, looks at me with newfound confusion and curiosity. The angerthat had consumed him moments before has vanished, replaced by something I can't decipher. Ican feel the intensity of his stare as he tries to process what he's seeing.

Regan’s confusion only grows, but before he can say anything, his father snarls, his gaze fixed onme. He believes I'm the witch who cursed his sons, and his anger is palpable. With blindingly fastmovement, he steps toward me and roughly tears off the rest of my shirt, revealing the runes thatrun down my arms as well.

King Theron staggers back, his face twisted with hatred. “Witch,” he sneers, his eyes burning withhatred. He turns to the guards who had accompanied him into the basement. “Kill her!” he orders,his voice filled with venom and I gasp, my eyes desperately turning to Regan.

The guards, their expressions a mix of fear and determination, advance on me. My heart races, and Itry to back away, but there's nowhere to run. Just when I think my fate is sealed, Regan steps infront of me, blocking the guard's path, and Zeke rips me back against him, finally replaceing thestrength to sit up.

“No one fucking touches her,” he growls, his voice booming loudly, the threat behind his wordsclear. Peering up at Regan, there's a fire in his eyes, a fierce determination to protect me despite theconfusion he's feeling. Gnash also growls, dropping his head and baring his teeth, daring them tocome closer.

The guards hesitated, glancing at one another uncertainly. They know that defying the king's ordersis treason, but they also know that crossing Regan would be a grave mistake. They're caughtbetween loyalty to their king and fear of Regan's wrath.

King Theron’s face turns an ugly shade of red as he realizes Regan is defying him. “You wouldprotect this... this witch?” he snarls, his voice dripping with venom.

Regan stands his ground, his eyes never leaving his father's. “She's not the one who cursed us,Father. And I won't let you hurt her. Not like you did, Litha!”

As tension fills the room, I can't help but feel a mixture of fear and gratitude toward Regan. He'srisking everything to protect me, even though he doesn't fully understand the truth behind therunes that cover me.

The standoff between Regan and King Theron seems to last an eternity. The air is thick with tensionand uncertainty. The guards shift uneasily, clearly unsure of how to proceed. They can sense thatthey're standing on a precipice, and one wrong move could tip the balance and send them allspiraling into chaos.

Regan refuses to back down, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on his father's.

Zeke, still holding onto me, doesn’t seem to care about the conflict around him, yet his grip on menever wavers.

The mysterious man who entered with King Theron, who had been silent until now, speaks up. "YourMajesty," he says cautiously, "Perhaps we should discuss this matter privately before making anyrash decisions.”

King Theron hesitates for a moment, and his eyes flick between Regan and the stranger. The tensionin the room is palpable, but it's clear that Theron knows he needs to tread carefully. If he pushesRegan too far, he knows he won't be able to stop him from killing his guards.

Finally, Theron nods, his eyes narrowing. "Just like Litha, she has you brainwashed!" King Theronscreams at his son. His face contorted with rage. The accusation hangs heavy in the air, and Regan'sexpression darkens further.

"She's a witch!" Theron screams at him.

"I don't care!"

"It's her kind that is responsible for the curse! And you dare go against me to defend one!"

"She's not responsible for the curse, Father. You are!" Regan booms, taking a threatening stepforward. The guards surround the king and step back... Regan's words hang in the air, tensionmounting when he speaks again.

"Isn't that right, Father?" My brows furrow, and I glance at Regan and then King Theron, whoclenches his jaw.

"Is that why you hate witches, Father? Because they can see through your bullshit? Because Lithasold you out? That war was never a means of revenge on my grandfather. You wanted to shut herup!"

"You know nothing of what you speak of!" Theron snarls, taking a step forward. The stranger gripsthe King's shoulder, and so does Malachi beside him in a warning.

"Go on, tell them why you really killed King Edgar and Queen Litha... and your part in the curse. Youcondemn anyone who stands against you, including us. When this entire thing is your fault becauseyou couldn't keep your dick in your fucking pants!” Regan yells at him.

"Tread carefully, son. You are taking this too far!" Theron snarls.

"And that still wouldn't be as far as you!" Regan spits at him. Regan reaches down, grabbing myarm. Zeke reluctantly lets me go. "Just remember, Father, we aren't the only ones cursed. There areseven sins, and we only make six..." Regan snarls. King Theron looks away, and his teeth clench whileI try to remember the seven cardinal sins and which one is missing.

“Sloth*

It is selfish and self-pitying, as it involves not only a lack of effort but also a lack of care for others.And I know Sloth is closely related to pride, as it involves a lack of humility and refusal to acceptresponsibility.

I thought the three brothers all held that one together, and in some ways, they do, but after hearingRegan's words, it makes me wonder if King Theron is one of the sins along with his sons.

"Maybe instead of leaving Litha with all the blame, you should accept some of it yourself. She wasn'tthe one that made you fuck Shelley! All she did was catch you.” Regan sneers and Zeke gasps.Regan clutches me to him and offers his hand to Zeke, who hesitantly takes it. He pulls his brotherto his feet while King Theron glares daggers at his son. Regan, however, is unfazed by his father'sanger, even when King Theron steps into his path, his eyes on me. His hand moves toward my facewhen Zeke suddenly grips his father's wrist, and Regan tugs me behind him.

"You want her? You'll have to go through me." Regan growls.

"You think I won't?" Theron snarls at his son, standing chest-to-chest with him. Even still, Regan hasa good foot height on him and more bulk.

"I know you won't. You've never been one to get your hands dirty, Sloth. That's what you have yoursons for..." Regan sneers before barging past his father. Regan leads me toward the stairs, Zekeflanking my back and Gnash at my heels, peering over my shoulder as I climb the stairs. King Theronglares at me.

"She'll kill you all!" he yells after his sons, who ignore him. Yet my mind is reeling with everythingthat happened, and Zeke must be, too because he speaks the moment we step into the corridor.“Is what you said about Shelley true?” Zeke questions. Regan ignores him and instead tugs mealong, yet it explains why Regan seems to hate Shelley so much.

“Regan!” Zeke says, trying to keep up.

“I'm leaving, and I'm taking Zirah,” Regan tells him.

"Regan, wait...” Zeke calls, but Regan doesn't. Instead, he scoops me up, crushing me to his chestand wrapping my legs around his waist. Zeke staggers through the corridor behind us, using thewalls to help hold himself.

“Regan, you can't leave him,” I murmur, and Regan growls.

“You seriously want me to help after what he did to you,” I couldn't believe I was asking him to andusing the same excuse they'd given me countless times.

"He's your brother,” I answer. Regan grits his teeth and stops. “Fuck!” he curses, going to turn backwhen we hear a pained groan. Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I see Lyon stagger downthe stairs. “What's going on?” Lyon rasps, his clothes soaked, and he is covered in blood. Reganshakes his head.

"We're leaving!” Regan informs them before going back and grabbing Zeke's arm, then looking atme. “All of us..."