Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Mate. Mate

"I command you in the name of the Queen to let me in." Jessica declared, hands planted firmly on her hips like she was ready to fight the entire border patrol single-handedly.

The four gammas standing in front of her scowled even harder. Their massive arms were crossed, eyes narrowed, looking like they were one wrong word away from tossing her back across the border like a stray cat.

The only reason Jessica still had her head attached to her shoulders was the part where she had mentioned the Queen. That had bought her approximately five minutes of not being physically removed from the border, and she could feel that grace period running out.

She had made a decision last night, after Kira’s phone call, after hearing everything that had happened, seeing Derek and Ruby, the staircase push, the hospital, all of it, and the decision had been simple. She was going to Dravengard. Full stop.

No further discussion required.

The fact that werewolves on Lycan territory was the supernatural equivalent of walking into a lion’s den wearing a meat suit had occurred to her.

She had considered it for approximately forty-five seconds and then decided to go anyway.

Ginger, her wolf, had been absolutely useless in the decision-making process because Ginger had her own reasons for wanting to go to Dravengard that had nothing to do with Kira and everything to do with a certain infuriating blonde Lycan who had kissed the back of another girl’s hand at a fundraiser.

Jessica was furious at Kai. Ginger was decidedly not furious. Ginger was practically vibrating with joy.

She had planned this perfectly in her head. Arrive at the border, call Kira, get waved through, simple.

What she had not planned for was Kira’s phone going unanswered, which left her standing at the official border of Dravengard with four gammas who looked like they bench-pressed small cars for fun and absolutely no backup plan.

She tried again.

"Okay. My name is Jessica Ashfang." She spoke slowly and clearly, the way you spoke to someone you suspected might not be listening.

"Kira Wolfe, née Thornclaw, is my best friend. She was involved in an accident and I need to see her. That is my entire reason for being here. I am not a threat. I am five foot four and I left my weapons at home."

"Young lady," one of the gammas said, in the tone of a man who doesn’t tolerate nonsense, "I would strongly advise you to turn around and walk away while you still can."

Jessica stared at him. "Did you just call me young lady?"

He stared back.

She pulled out her phone. "Fine. Fine. I have photographic evidence."

She swiped to her camera roll, found a photo, and held the screen up.

It was the photo of her and Kira at university, arms around each other, matching grins. "That is me. That is the Queen. We are friends. Real, actual, have-each-other’s-embarrassing-photos friends."

The gammas looked at the photo. Then at Jessica, but still made no move to budge.

"You still don’t believe me? Come on, guys. I don’t even look like a threat. I cry during romantic comedies. Just mind-link the king or someone. Please?"

Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.

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