Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 46

Regan also looks at the rules and once again glares at Lyon, who stares blankly at the wall. Regan snarls, grabbing my wrist and all but dragging me out of the room. Gnash jogs beside us to keep up and the closer we get to the bedroom, the angrier Regan gets. His aura is like a beacon promising pain, and I gasp when he drags me into the bathroom before letting me go. Stumbling, I barely catch myself on the towel rack as he flings me into the bathroom.

I grit my teeth, starting to really get sick and tired of being flung around; I am about to tell him that as my temper rises only when I spin around to find his finger in my face and his eyes are pitch black; I hold my tongue. He growls at me before speaking, his tone of voice menacing.

“You don’t break any fucking rules with him tomorrow!” He warns me, and I feel his aura, and watch it darken to something sinister around him.

“Do you fucking hear me?” He screams at me. I blink at him, wondering why he’s yelling at me. It’s not like I want to go with Zeke.

“You break a single rule. He’ll use it as an excuse to fucking kill you,” Regan growls.

“Isn’t that what you want, anyway?” I spit at him and he stops. The King blinks at me, standing up, almost like he is confused by his own outburst.

“Right.” He shakes his head, turning the shower on.

“Just get in the shower with me. You’ll get wet anyway,” he says, though I can tell his mind is elsewhere. He almost looks puzzled. Confusion also overwhelms me, my head spinning at how fast his temper can change and so drastically. He motions for me to get in the shower.

“No,” I tell him, looking at it. He tenses looking at me then looking at the long sleeves of my dress. “I don’t care for any scars you have, you’ll get drenched,” Regan tells me, but I back away. I am not taking off this dress in front of him.

I glance at the bathtub. At least in there, I won’t have to get in with him. “Fine,” he switches the shower off and leans over to the taps to fill the tub. He grabs the plug, tosses it into the tub, and then starts removing his clothes. When he drops his pants and reaches for his boxers, my eyes widen and I quickly turn away.

“Can you put bubbles in it or something?” I ask, not wanting to see him naked.

“Have you never seen a naked man before?”

I purse my lips but see him lean forward beside me to grab the bottle of soap. “You haven’t, have you?”

“I’ve seen them in pictures,” I tell him.

“What about the night Malachi found you? Surely you saw one of them naked?”

“It was dark, and he knocked me out before he shifted back. He was wearing clothes when I saw him. I’ve seen women naked, Granny never cared for nudity and I’ve seen ass and–.” I stop knowing how stupid that sounds, that I’m 19 and never seen a fully naked man in the flesh.

“Seen what?” Regan chuckles and I groan. Why did I say that?

Peeking over my shoulder, he reaches forward, shutting the water off, and I see the surface of the water is covered in bubbles.

“I’m covered, happy?” I chew the inside of my lip and nod. “So you saw ass and what?” He laughs. My face heats.

“Balls!” I rub my face, feeling the heat of my embarrassment paint my cheeks red.

“Nothing to be ashamed of. I know you’re a virgin and humans aren’t as comfortable with nudity as shifters are.” Regan states leaning back in the bath. The water covers most of his chest but not all of it.

“Just wet your hands in case Zeke intends to come to check. I’m capable of washing myself,” he tells me.

I sit on the edge of the bath and wet my hands, coating them in bubbles. “Here, hold this,” he says, offering me a washcloth. I take the wet cloth and hold it, then turn my attention to the door.

“Don’t stress about Lyon. He is a prick around Zeke, but usually, he’s harmless. He’s trying not to get on Zeke’s bad side,” Regan tells me and I look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“He gave you his wolf last night, didn’t he?” I look away.

“Lyon usually does what Zeke wants. It’s easier that way. Zeke can be difficult to deal with, especially for Lyon.”

“So, he’s just going along with what Zeke wants?” I ask him and Regans shrugs.

“Kind of, he has another agenda, he’s looking for information he needs from Zeke, he has no interest in marrying, but at the same time, both Lyon and I have the same agenda which is to keep our thrones, and make sure Zeke doesn’t get near the ruling kingdom’s throne.”

“So you and Lyon are working together to make sure he doesn’t become the ruling King?”

“No, by birthright, the throne should be mine or it’s supposed to be. Only my father decided I’m no longer suited for it and Lyon and I believe he has another agenda.”

“Why?”

“Because — it doesn’t matter, but Lyon, I get along mostly, but even he wants the throne, so we’ll work together to ensure Zeke doesn’t take it until I can break the blood ties and kill him, after that all bets are off.” I ponder his words for a second.

“Tomorrow you’re with Zeke. Behave and do as he says.”

“If he kills me, won’t that solve all your problems?” I ask him, confused.

“Yes, no. I don’t know…” he stops for a second.

“It’s nothing personal. I just don’t want to marry. I know there is no point in a marriage, anyway.”

“What about your brothers?” I ask, and he growls, looking up to glare at me.

“Just like the fucking rest of them.” He snarls.

“Wait, that is not what I meant! I was curious if they were cursed the same as you?” I ask him, and he watches me for a second before gripping my face and jerking me closer. My hand falls into the water, drenching the sleeve of my dress and splashing water all over me. My hand lands on his thigh when I feel his aura rush out and hit me. It steals my breath and my entire body tenses.

“Are you using me to get to my brothers?” He snarls, and every muscle in my body tenses more.

“No!” I blurt with no restraint.

“Do you want to be with them?” He demands.

“No, I don’t want any of you!” I snap at him and his eyes soften. His aura drops and I suck in a breath when he lets me go.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, looking at the tiled wall. I sit up, reaching for a towel to dry the sleeve of my dress, yet as I rub it, the more my arm burns. Cursing I stand, giving him my back to see what the burning sensation is to find another of my runes losing its color and is fading into a typical scar. I quickly pull it down, knowing I have to come up with something soon.

“As if I could ever want any of you when you do nothing but fucking hurt me! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I snap at him. He doesn’t answer and I turn back and find him watching me.

“How many women have used you to get to your brothers for you to be so damn insecure, especially about a woman you fucking hate, yet got butt hurt when I asked a damn question?” I yell at him as I drop back onto the edge of the bath.

“All of them,” he answers, making me look at him.

“All of them?”

“Yes, even before I was cursed. Only now the blood tie with my brothers makes it worse.”