Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 40

Regan says nothing for a second and instead watches me before finally, he speaks breaking the strange tension that moves between us. “I hate witches for many reasons. None that concern you,” he says coldly.

I press my lips in a line before returning to the breakfast laid out for us so I can leave to shower and get dressed. Reaching over, I grab something that I thought was a form of bread but find it quite squishy and covered in some sticky substance.

“It’s a pancake!” Regan says. I glance at him to find him with a smug smile on his face.

“I knew that!” I snap at him, scooping it up. I fold the strange soft bread in half, and the gooey substance coating it drips from the end. It only takes me a second to realize it is some sort of nectar, or maybe it’s Honey. Taking a bite of it, Honey coats my tongue along with something delicious that I have never tasted before. I pull back to look at it, studying the sticky amber-colored liquid.

“You are a terrible liar!” King Regan laughs and leans forward, and I jerk my hand back. He’s not stealing my new favorite food, pancake! He laughs harder when suddenly my hand is engulfed by a warm mouth and slippery tongue. I jump when Gnash steals it, nearly taking my hand with it.

“Gnash!” I scold, and he tilts his head to the side, his front paws resting on the arm of the chair I’m sitting on. “I was enjoying that!” I huff, and he slobbers it down and licks his lips like he is waiting for another pancake.

“Here, you can have mine.” King Regan says, and I look at him. He grabs the other plate and looks at Gnash. “Down, boy, let her eat!” he scolds, and Gnash whines but rushes over to the bed and jumps up on it, making himself comfortable. Chuckling I turn my attention back to our breakfast when Regan sits the hot plate in my lap. He then reaches for the napkin and unrolls it, revealing a knife and fork. I did think it was odd that the servant expected a King to eat with his hands and fingers, but who was I to question it?

I devour my food, pretty much inhale it and leave nothing on my plate, though I regret it now. There were maybe ten huge pancakes, but they were too good to pass up and far better than the damper we used to make at the caves.

Groaning, I lean back in my armchair, resting my head on the back of it, my belly aching. Bringing my hand up, I rub my hand over my stomach. “Ah, why did I eat so much?” I groan, and King Regan laughs. I lift my head to see him drink the last of his coffee. He sets the mug on the tray and watches me back.

After a few seconds, his staring and wandering eyes make me uncomfortable. I shiver from the icy breeze or maybe from his intense gaze holding mine; I’m unsure. Yet when his lips tug in the corners and his eyes flicker, I glare at him.

“What is your problem, you’ve done nothing but stare at me?” I snap at him, and he smirks.

“Nothing, I’ve just been enjoying the view!” he laughs, and I scoff. “You hate humans and you hate me!” I tell him, and he shrugs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have nice breasts.” he chuckles. My brows furrow in confusion.

“Should have accepted the robe because I’m not sure if I want to give it to you now,” he says tauntingly.

“Though I’m sure I can be persuaded.” he snickers, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

“What are you on about?” I retort, and his eyes flash to my chest. His lips part and I see the barest hint of his sharp canines that are usually hidden from sight.

“The front of your top is sheer, human,” he taunts, and I glance down, wondering what the heck he is talking about.