Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 58

Stepping into the corridor, I find Regan leaving his room, he stops the moment he spots me and I avert my gaze from him to the window, unable to even look at him. After everything he said earlier, that he would help me against Zeke and now he just hands me over to him. It makes me sick.

“Z..I” Regan says, touching my arm. I jerk away from his touch.

“Don’t call me that, we are not familiar, you made that very clear.” I spit at him

Zeke steps out beside me, he glances between us. “Issue?” Zeke purrs seizing my arm. Regan’s jaw clenches and Zeke smiles at me mockingly.

“No, don’t we have a date?” I ask him and his smile widens, eyes flashing sinisterly. He pulls me toward the double doors at the end and just as we reach them, I hear Regan’s bedroom door slam, making me peer over my shoulder at it. I swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat and focus my attention on trying to keep up with Zeke.

He leads me downstairs and into the dining room where I see breakfast is set up, he plucks an apple from the fruit bowl and tosses it to me. “Breakfast!” he states, dragging me back out. Shaking my head. “Wow, a breakfast for champions, huh?” I ask taking a bite out of it.

“I know, only the best for my future wifey, lucky you.” Zeke chuckles and I roll my eyes, he leads me through the castle and down a path that leads towards the maze and I groan, hoping we aren’t hunting in there. Just before we reach the crest of the hill, he pulls me down another track leading toward the stables.

He says nothing the entire time, he is on a mission. A mission to kill me and when we reach stables two guards open the doors and Zeke all but throws me inside. I barely catch myself on a bale of hay while he wanders to the back and through a door before calling out to me.

“You have two minutes, pick what you want. We are heading into the woods.” he snaps and I push off the bale, walking past where the servant women scrubbed me raw the first night I came here. An involuntary shudder slivers through me at the memory. Shaking the feeling off I move to the open door to where Zeke disappeared too. Stepping into the room I find it's a storage room of some sort.

“Pick your weapon!” he motions toward the back wall and I give it a glance before turning to face him.

“You’re kidding right? We’re going hunting, and I get offered a fucking pitchfork?” Zeke snickers.