Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 23

Stepping out and into the corridor, we pass the human’s room to see her door open and the room empty. Zeke walks in to quickly see if Hunter remains, coming back out angry when he realizes he went with her. Leaving our wing, we make our way to the dining hall, only to find her and Shelley on the main floor. I just can’t seem to escape this woman.

We follow the Human to the dining hall. My eyes trail over her. The clothes she is wearing reeked of Shelley’s scent. I hate it. I couldn’t stand Shelley; she had changed since my mother was killed. She blames me. They all do. Just none of them are willing to say it to my face except Zeke, let alone voice it out loud.

And smelling Shelley's scent all over the human, for some reason, repulsed me. Something about the girl intrigued me, something I can’t explain. Something that had been nagging at me from the moment I had laid eyes on her.

Hunter walks close to her, Zeke’s eyes on his wolf as he glares at her. While Lyon is too busy checking out her plump ass, the skirt hugging her waist showing off her curves. I must admit, she is quite attractive. She has curves I want to run my hands over and map out. A full hourglass figure, her long hair falls to the middle of her back, natural highlights from spending plenty of time in the sun frame her face; my eyes take her in. The clothes she is wearing are a little too tight; Shelley is like an ironing board, with no curves, pencil straight, just like a boring personality.

Maybe that is what has intrigued me about the human, the fact she does not appear to fear me, the way she can hold my gaze, unlike the rest of them. Only my siblings and father ever meet my gaze, yet she did without fear. Turning into the dining hall, my father is reading a newspaper. His legs are crossed as he leans back, holding the paper up. His glasses perched on his nose as he took in the pages.

The moment we enter, he looks across at us and sets his paper down. It is a little too early for dinner, yet well and truly after lunch. Yet the table is set with an awaiting feast. No doubt, my father would have asked the chefs to cook everything they could think of to appease our intruder, not knowing what she would like. He has been pushing for us to take mates for the past decade. It drove us all up the wall.

“Come, come join me, Zirah. Boys.” he motions to the chairs but pulls out the one beside him and pats the seat, nodding toward Zirah. She watches him for a second, looking unsure, before glancing at Shelley, who nods and urges her forward. Zirah hesitantly takes a step forward as if she thinks it is some sort of trick. I don’t blame her. No commoner eats at the dining hall in our presence or in general. Let alone sits near King!

Zirah takes a seat, and my father nearly shoves her into the table as he tucks her chair in, and I roll my eyes at so-called chivalry. “Dig in. You must be starving.” he urges.

Zirah instead waits for him to take his seat before calling Hunter to her. My father looks at him. He never let our wolves at the table. However, he says nothing when she calls him to sit beside her.

Zirah looks around at us, and I could tell she feels out of place, and she certainly looked it. Her eyes go to me sitting across from her, and I motion for the servant needing a drink if I had to endure this shitshow that was about to go down.

“Can we get this over with over, old man? I have places to be and people to torture back home,” Zeke states while the servant places a glass in front of me.

“You won’t be going home anytime soon, so get comfortable, Zeke.” My father growls, shooting him a look.

“I have meetings with the vampiric kingdom in two days, father.” I remind him.

“You can go to the meeting from here. I am closer to the vampiric kingdom, anyhow. I will hear no excuses. Until you can be trusted to go home with her, you will all remain under my watch.”

“Excuse me?” Zeke asks, outraged.

“If you will shut up and let me explain Zeke, it would be much appreciated.” My father growls in warning at him. Zeke presses his lips in a line.

“Your wolves chose her for you. Now it is up to her who she chooses.” Zirah pulls a face, her eyes moving to each of us.

“I am not marrying one of your sons. I don’t care what the so-called prize is. I rather die.” Zirah sneers, glaring at us.

“I am offering you a chance to become Queen of the four biggest ruling kingdoms, dear. Most would die for this opportunity,”