Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 105

~Zirah~

A feral growl tears through my throat, and I watch, mesmerized, as warning lights blink in unison. The first beep breaks the spell, a jolt of power surging from within me, the force coiling around my fingers like an electric snake. All at once, they launch, the barbed wires sailing rapidly toward me like a flock of metal birds.

The angry bellow that escapes me fades to a low whimper when Zeke steps forward and slams me against the shop’s glass, trapping me between his body and the window. Zeke’s scent, sickeningly sweet with fury, fills my nostrils just before he groans. His muscled frame takes on a life of its own as roaring electricity courses through him, causing his veins to bulge and his face to contort in agony.

I am unable to move as he absorbs every shock, standing like a shield between me and danger. His teeth grit in pain even as his knees give out beneath him, yet still, he pushes back against the onslaught for my sake. As I try to catch him, his weight is too much for me to bear, but his eyes lock with mine; his pain is obvious, but his anger is palpable.

“Get in the car,” he breathes as my eyes move to the drones, sucking up the wires that ripped free of his skin painfully. They sliver back to their metal bodies like tentacles. Sweat coats Zeke’s forehead as he struggles to catch his breath. Slowly, I rise to my feet when Zeke grabs my wrist.

“Please, get in the car; I don’t want you hurt,” he whispers, also getting to his feet. Little puncture holes tear at his suit, his skin bleeding and oozing.

“I’m fine; leave it,” he tells me, and I grit my teeth and nod. Watching the drones, I hear the woman cry out; my eyes move to the guards, her son wailing at her when I see the drones turn on them. The little boy’s back is suddenly turned green with little dots, and so is the woman, and Zeke gasps.

“No, wait!” Zeke tosses his hands out, but they take aim, their wires flying toward the woman and boy. I don’t think I react. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of the volts traveling through that little boy’s tiny body.

The wind suddenly shifts with my rising temper, their sensors being knocked, their lights flashing, and the humming growing louder as they battle the winds of my destruction. “Zirah.... more will only come, stop,” Zeke warns, but I am furious that this is how Regan polices his people. The electric tentacles are forced to retreat but don’t give up, instead turning against the wind to face me.

I track them as they struggle against the winds I’ve created, taking in all the drones around me. Everywhere I look, I see a new set of eyes fixated on me, like they’re trying to study and learn from my every move - but this time, it will be different. Channeling an electrifying mixture of anger and power outwards sparks fly in vibrant colors as threads of wind dance between them- anger floods me, sparks flying from my fingertips, carried on the wind, jolting Regan’s robotic police, taking them down.