Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 64

Reluctantly, I climb the stairs back to the bedroom quarters while pondering what my chances are of Zeke letting me sleep in my room since he now knows his mate is alive and out there somewhere. Managing the stairs proves quite difficult, I feel queasy and anxious and regret not grabbing a bread roll or something. Now the adrenaline rush of events is over I now feel light-headed as I stumble up the stairs trying to hold what remains of my pants and clutch the long-sleeved shirt closed.

If he won’t let me sleep in my room, maybe he’ll at least let me get some of my clothes. Those thoughts diminish when I find him waiting for me at his door, his gaze cast down the corridor to Regan who is just stepping into his room.

When I move closer he pushes his door open, motioning for me to enter and I groan knowing my chances just went out the window. “I see my brother came to his senses.” Zeke taunts.

I roll my eyes pushing past him and entering his room to find Hunter laying in his crate where Zeke locks him to stop him from getting to me. The door closes with a bang that makes me jump, I feel like I’ve walked into a predator's den unarmed looking like a delicious steak to a starved animal.

“You don’t seem happy about Regan’s dismissal of you?” I say nothing, I dismissed him but he can believe what he wants it changes nothing.

“After the dramatics downstairs I expected you two to be running off into the sunset. Yet he didn’t bother to say a peep when I told him my plans for us tonight, seemed rather angry actually,” Zeke presses.

“Glad you enjoyed the show, is it bedtime yet? I rather get tonight over with,” I deadpan.

Zeke chuckles and moves to stand in front of me, his hand grips my wrist holding my shirt closed, he yanks and my grip doesn’t waiver unfortunately the shirt does when it tears off the fabric I’m clutching.

“I could heal you? But I think we’ve passed the point of niceties.” he laughs while I glare at him. My breast is throbbing to its own beat and still bleeding, and so are the tracks he carved into my skin though they’ve mostly healed.

“My you really must have upset him to leave you in this state,” Zeke continues. I sigh moving toward his closet and grabbing a fresh shirt.

“Are you forgetting something?” he asks.

“What, should I bother asking, or should I say please,” I retort, ripping it off the hanger.

“No, take what you want, but I see no point ruining another shirt when you still have to bathe me.” he mocks shoving past me and into the bathroom. I glare at his back.

“You have a mate, what’s the point in keeping up with the games,”

“Well, just because you’re of no use to me doesn’t mean I am not going to play by the rules,” he tells me while twisting the taps to fill the tub. I roll my eyes tossing the shirt aside knowing it will get wet but grab a pair of pants before moving back to the room. I tug them up while listening to Zeke rummaging around the bathroom.

“Zirah, grab my towel it should be hanging on the wardrobe door,” he calls out from the bathroom.

I shake my head, but get up to grab it not caring to fight with him. However, when I do I try to figure out what to do with the vial when I spot his vodka beside the bed, the bottle is half drunk so I assume it's his current one. Peeking my head into the walk-in closet I see him step into the bath before tiptoeing back to the bed. I pop the cork top and power it in and give it a shake. I then toss the vial in a drawer full of paperwork since I can’t find a bin and rush to snatch his towel off the door. Walking into the bathroom, he sings out again. “Grab my vodka too, I left it on the bedside table,” I groan and he laughs but little does he know that is exactly what I want him drinking. I smile slyly to myself and snatch it off before pretending to be angry about having to retrieve it as I walk back in. I hold it out to him and he takes it sitting beside himself while I sit on the edge of the bath. I hold my hand out for the stupid washcloth and he clicks his tongue.

“You’re not maid material are you?”