Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 35

“Weren’t you the one wanting to punish her for ruining your pants?” Zeke asks, jerking my head to the side and making me grit my teeth as my hair tugs painfully.

“Yes, and I will when I feel like it. Now let her go; we are done with dinner. She is free to go.” The screeching of someone’s chair behind me makes me tense, wondering if I am soon going to have to escape the clutches of one of his brothers, too.

Lyon comes into my line of vision and claps a hand on Zeke’s shoulder.

“Come now, brother. We can’t kill her the first night she’s here. Father would have our heads. You can have your fun with her soon enough.” Lyon tells him. Zeke’s eyes flicker oddly, and he smirks. He then shoves me away, and my ass hits the table.

“I give you a week before you’re hanging from the rafters,” Zeke laughs; he then follows Lyon. I stare after them when Regan speaks behind me.

“You need to be careful around, Zeke. He’ll find any excuse to punish you, and his punishments can be quite brutal and lethal.”

I glance at him before staring back at the entryway. “Well, get it over with, then. I want to go to bed!”

“Get what over with?” He asks, and I hear him tuck his chair in. Each step he takes makes my heart rate spike when he finally steps in front of me.

I roll my eyes. “Your “punishment” for ruining your pants,” I say sarcastically, wanting to get it over with, so I can go to bed and sleep.

“You want to wash my pants now? I was going to make you wash them tomorrow, but if you insist, I can show you where the laundry is?” He chuckles.

“That’s the punishment?” I ask, a little shocked. I was expecting something horrid and possibly painful after the way Zeke treated me.

“They’re pants. Though I have killed people for less, I don’t believe my father would accept death as a suitable punishment for ruined pants.” He purses his lips and scratches his chin, looking thoughtful.

Regan laughs softly before a hint of a smile ghosts his lips. “Maybe you’re not the only one wanting to go to bed,” he tells me before leaning down to whisper. “I only stayed to make sure they didn’t kill you!” He shakes his head with a laugh before turning on his heel and walking away from me.

My brows furrow and I watch him leave, waiting for him to turn around and tell me he is joking and I have to sleep in the stables or something. When he doesn’t, I move to catch up with him, having to run up the steps to catch up to him.

He glances down at me but says nothing as I follow him, partly because I still don’t know my way around and spent a good hour lost while trying to find the maid quarters where Shelley lives.

“But you were angry?” I question, remembering the way he stormed off to hunt me down when he realized what I did.

Blood streams down my arm from his claws, embedded in my flesh. The pain is burning, and I bite my tongue to stop myself from letting him see how much he is hurting me when he lengthens them, something I didn’t think they could do. His claws slice deeper, and I gasp, my lips parting, and I suck in a sharp breath to stop from screaming at the burning agony.

A second later, he smiles, letting me go, and I stagger back. He smiles, and I hurry to my room, blood dripping from my fingertips. Shelley is right. I have to get out of here!

Opening my door, I slip inside and lock it. Only to notice the door handle on the inside is still broken by Regan. My eyes burn with tears I refuse to let fall. Instead, I walk to the bathroom and flick the light on.

Stepping inside, I examine my arm to find five deep puncture marks oozing a bloody trail down my arm and dripping off my fingertips onto the tiled floor. I snatch some tissues off the counter and wet them under the tap, dabbing at them while my eyes scan for something I can use to put pressure on them.

Finding a hand towel, I wrap it around my arm, tucking it under my arm to hold it in place when I hear the door. I suck in a breath, popping my head out the bathroom door, and I hear a whimper and furious scratching. I look at the gap below the door and see a shadow. My heart beats faster as I approach the door, wondering what joke Zeke is now playing.

The scratching starts again, only louder when I hear whining and recognize the sound as one of their wolves. I rip the door open to find Shadow Lyon’s wolf at my door, tail wagging, and he jumps up on me, his paws resting on my shoulders as he licks my face frantically. I rustle his fur, and he sniffs my arm and then growls.

“Did you sneak out?” I whisper, then quickly stick my head out the door to see Lyon standing at the door of his room. He nods to me once, then goes back inside his room and shuts the door. I chew my lip.

Does that mean he is letting me have his wolf for the night, but why? Either way, I wasn’t saying no, and I quickly step back, opening the door wider. Shadow rushes past me and jumps onto the bed, making himself at home.