Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 99

~Zirah~

I squeal, turning and running for the fields. My laughter rings out as the kids chase me, Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow joining the chase. "You're supposed to be on my side," I tell my wolves as they herded me, trapping me as the kids circle around when I realize what it is they're after. The bag Lyon placed on my shoulder.

I realize a moment too late when I am tackled. One minute I see tiny faces, the next I see stars. I close my eyes waiting for the impact but it never comes, the kids so close they keep me upright, as they rummage through the bag, and my pockets. Their tiny hands tickling and prodding until they steal the bag, running off in victory. Falling on my butt, I hear snickering and look up to see Lyon strolling toward me. "A little warning would have been nice," I tell him.

"Nah, I liked the look of horror on your face when you realized you were next," he laughs. I raise an eyebrow at him just as Shadow and Gnash brush against my sides. I nod toward Lyon, and all three wolves rush at him. One minute he is standing, the next he is on the ground in the dirt, being mauled by their fierce flicking tongues.

"You're right," I tell him, standing over him. "That was quite satisfying seeing the horror on your face when you realized my wolves were coming for you," I laugh. Lyon tried to trip me up, but I took off running back to the square, him hot on my heels until he caught me just as we reached the kids.

His arms wrap around me and he growls, burying his face in my neck. His stubble tickles my neck and makes me cringe which makes him do it again. He led me toward the fires when I saw what the children were so hype about. "I got attacked over marshmallows?" I laugh. As we settle around the fire, I couldn’t help but feel content and at peace with everything. The warmth from the fire and the people surrounding us, made it hard for me to imagine ever wanting to leave this place. I watch as Lyon laughs with some of the men, joking about the fish they caught earlier in the day while others play music on their instruments, their voices blending in harmony.

As the night draws on, some of the children have started to tire out, curled up in blankets near their parents while others continue to play games under the dark sky. I find myself lost in thought, staring into the flames of the fire until a hand on my knee brings me back to reality.

"We should try to rest while we can," Lyon tells me and my brows furrow. "What?" Lyon smiles.

"You'll see, but come on, let's go rest. I feel a food coma coming on," he tells me while offering me his hand. "Shouldn't we help pack up?"

"No need," Lyon says not adding anything else as I see parents picking up sleeping kids carrying them toward the huge community hall which I found is used for celebrations, saves everyone having to walk home, instead they sleep in the vast hall, so everyone can join in, the parents taking turns at minding the kids or entertaining them.

However, Lyon is right about the food coma, the more I walk the fuller and heavier I feel. "I shouldn't have eaten so much," I tell him, feeling woozy. "Wouldn't have anything to do with the 10 smores the kids made you?"

"It would have been rude to say no, and they were so good!" I groan the last word, remembering the sweet gooey goodness. Lyon laughs, leading me inside and the moment we reach the room I fall face first onto the fur blankets and the three wolves that had decided to become extra padding. They move around me, cocooning me in their warmth while Lyon starts the fire in the hearth. When he returns they move again, allowing him room before curling up around us. It doesn't take long before I succumb to sleep. Yet sleep doesn't remain.