Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 29

The King had a schedule set up on a board when I entered the dining hall, a calendar of sorts, and I gulp back the dread when I see today I will be once again with Regan. He did not look happy about it at all as he sat glaring at the board like he could set it on fire if he just glared hard enough.

“Zirah, finally, you’re here!”

“Unfortunately! I was hoping she choked in her sleep!” Zeke sneers, glaring at me.

“Maybe if I’m lucky, you’ll choke on that damn ego of yours!” I spit back at him as I take my seat beside King Theron.

“Moon Goddess, why didn’t I make his mother swallow him?” King Theron mutters to the roof as he rubs his temples. I snort a laugh, and Zeke mutters something, turning his gaze away while Lyon looks appalled at his father’s words.

“As I was saying to my sons before you entered, I have assigned each day for the next two weeks amongst the three of them. Upon my return, and as long as none of them have forfeited the throne, you’ll choose whose Kingdom you shall go to next. Think of this as a trial run, a try before you buy which pig of son you end up with.” King Theron snaps, glaring at Zeke.

“Now, today, you’ll be with King Regan. He’ll take you into town to buy some clothes, and you’ll spend the rest of the day and night with him. Each morning at 9 am, you’ll be passed to the next!” The King announces triumphantly.

“When you say spend the rest of the day and night, does that mean every second of it?” I question not wanting to spend the night with any of these assholes.

“Precisely. You’ll live like a married couple.” My eyes dart between the three Kings, who all stare at me like this is my fault!

“Nope!” I snap, sitting back and folding my arms across my chest.

“Zirah, must I remind you of what you agreed upon? These are the rules of this arranged marriage. In the end, you’ll pick which son you find worthy.”

“I’m not sleeping in the same room as any of them. I rather sleep in the stables!” I retort.

“Fine, that’s settled then, father; I will drop her at the stables at bedtime or the pigpen wherever she feels more at home!” King Regan snaps, getting to his feet.

“Sit down!” King Theron booms, and his fist comes down on the table.

“A pig would be more worthy of the throne than any of you!” I spit back at King Regan. His jaw clenches, and his hand on the table fists. Turning my attention to the King, I plead my case.

“Can I marry your fattest pig, King Theron? At least if your Kingdom falls, we’ll have bacon!” I ask, and King Theron smiles.

“You marry one of my sons, dear; you’ll have all the bacon you want, but no. I need a successor, and these three muppets are, unfortunately, the only options.” he motions toward his sons.

“Why can’t I stay in the room I am in? As much as I am looking forward to spending time with the parasites you call sons, I fear they’ll kill me in my sleep the first chance they get.” I tell him.

“Goddess, give me strength. She is trying my last damn nerve.” The King mutters and sighs. He sits back, glaring at his sons.

“You will not kill her, and the same rule applies: she dies in your care or suddenly goes missing, you instantly forfeit your throne and Kingdom! Am I understood?” Lyon nods his head once. Regan growls in answer when Zeke smiles wickedly. I watch him, not liking the evil glint in his eyes.

“Fine by me, but father, if we must live like a married couple and share a bed and all that isn’t only fair, she has to perform like one?”

“What do you mean?” King Theron questions. Zeke shrugs. “Well, if she gets to try before she buys, shouldn’t we be granted the same privilege?” My heart skips a beat.

“I’m not following, son. What is it you are asking?”