Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 80

~Zirah~

He drops it to the ground, and I grit my teeth. No matter what, I can't seem to escape them.

He reaches for the shower door, but I grab it, holding it closed. He raises an eyebrow at me, and after a moment of hesitation, I let the door go.

"What kind of guard wolves are you if you let your master in?" I scold Gnash, who whines in response. Regan steps into the shower, and as I move to step around him and out of the shower, he grabs my arm.

“Stay," he commands.

"I have nothing to say to you," I reply, my voice cold.

"Fine, then I'll speak for both of us," Regan says, blocking my path and caging me against the wall.

"You're treading dangerously, King Regan. Just remember, water is an element I now harness, and so is electricity. Last I checked, they aren't a compatible mix," I snarl at him.

“You don't want to hurt me, Zirah. You wouldn't have let me in the shower with you if you did. Gnash would have ripped me to pieces the moment you spotted me if you truly wanted me gone," he retorts.

I shake my head, unwilling to admit he's right. "I haven't been his master since the moment you walked into my life," Regan continues.

"Fine, if that is true, then...." I look at Gnash expectantly. "Gnash, eat him," I tell Gnash, but he whines loudly and yawns, clearly not taking the command seriously, and lies back down.

"You were saying? They aren't just mine, though they seem to choose me over you lot, but they don't want to hurt you either,"

"Gnash knows I am no threat to you. He knows I won't hurt you," Regan insists. I scoff, my anger flaring.

"You've done nothing but hurt me, Regan. Or should I call you Wrath?" He snarls in response, and I can't help but growl back, surprised by the power that emanates from my voice and aura.

"Seems I'm not the only one who can't control my temper," Regan mocks, but I'm unimpressed by his words.

Regan steps closer, and my breath hitches as I stare at his muscular chest while he towers over me. He grips my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to meet his gaze. "But you're forgetting one thing, Z," he says, his eyes boring into mine as his hand moves to grip my neck.