Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 37

As I run for the door, my feet slap the hard, cold floors, and I nearly slip on the huge oval rug that takes

up most of the room. My shoulder hits the door, and it bursts open. I’m thrown forward, and my hand

grabs the doorframe, stopping me from going sprawling on the hard floor as I twist to head for the

doors when at the last second, I remember I have to be in Regan’s room for breakfast so I turn in the

opposite direction.

The motion throwing me off has me clutching the doorframe, as I swing out the door, nearly slipping

over from the split second decision to change direction, when I hear Zeke snarl behind me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, but I don’t risk glancing over my shoulder. I can’t take the

risk of it slowing me down. Every second wasted makes it easier for him to catch me. Instead, I run for

Regan’s bedroom door while praying he leaves his door unlocked. The harsh slaps of my feet against

the floor and my heart slamming in my chest are loud in the empty hallway. I can hear that Zeke is not

far behind me and with his Lycan abilities it will take him no time to catch me.

However, halfway to his door, I hear a loud bang that makes me shriek. Shooting a quick glance over

my shoulder, I see Zeke burst out of my room and slide across the floors and into the wall. He growls

furiously, gets to his feet, and chases after me.

My breath lodges in my throat at the vicious look on his face, and my heart feels like it is about to leap

out of my chest as it flutters faster. My hand reaches for the door handle, so close, yet so far away. I

run harder, determined to run through it if needed, which is precisely what happens when my hand

doesn’t grip the door handle like intended because it is ripped open just before my fingertips reach out

to touch it.

A gasp escapes me when I see Regan rip the door open, his eyes blazing as he looks at me and then

at Zeke chasing me. He growls, and that anger grows sharper on his features. Is that anger from being

woken up or from my arriving early? To be fair, I had no intention of being here before I had to be!

However, I am not given a chance to stop and ponder or even slow down and figure it out because I

plow right into him, tossing him backward. The air leaves my lungs in a harsh huff as I collide with his

brick wall of a body. King Regan is thrown back, and I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable

pain.

Fate doesn’t like to disappoint because I not only ran into a brick wall but then landed on top of it. King

Regan gasps, his hands grabbing my waist as his head bounces off the floor, and he grunts as I knock

the air out of him, too.

Zirah 1! King Regan 0!

A second later, I hear Zeke’s feet chasing after me as he closes the distance down the hallway. I push

up off Regan’s chest, and he turns his head, looking out the door. He clenches his teeth, and I move to

crawl off him, but his hands remain firm, and he pulls me back to him with a low growl.

“No,please,” I gasp, my eyes going wide when he stops me from escaping, and I realize he is going to

hand me over to his brother. Zeke snarls, stopping just in the doorway and I freeze in place at the

sound of his voice.

“Good catch, brother,” he drawls and I peer over my shoulder at him, his back leaning against the

doorway as he looks at the two of us. I turn my pleading gaze back to Regan; he presses his lips in a

line, and his fingers dig into the skin on my hips.

Zeke pushes away from the doorframe and leans down, then grabs my arm. My fingers dig into

Regan’s shoulder, I’d much rather take my chances with Regan than go with Zeke.

“Zeke what are you doing?” Regan says with a sigh sounding bored, my eyes remain on Regan and he Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

presses his lips in a line and stares up at the ceiling.

“Well I was going to make her suck my cock, but since she has gone and woken you up, I think its only

fair you get to join us too.” Zeke taunts, he grips my face with his free and tilts my face up to look at

him. I glare at him and tears burn the backs of my eyes but I refuse to let him see me cry, this man

does not deserve my tears.

“But you did make me chase you,” Zeke muses, sweeping his thumb across my lips. He clicks is

tongue and shoves my face away. “But since I’m feeling generous brother which do you want her ass

or her mouth?” Zeke asks while yanking on my arm.

Gritting my teeth, I twist, and slap him, if he thinks I will go easily he is sadly mistaken. My hand

connects with the side of his face with a loud clap, his sharp teeth slicing into his lip. He growls, letting

me go and wiping his lip with his thumb. His blood smears across it, and his eyes turn pitch black. He

licks the blood from his skin and runs his tongue over the small slice.

“Oh, you’ll fucking hurt for that!” Zeke snarls, the threat hangs in the air, and I feel that cold fear grow

stronger. I watch as he leans down and grabs my ankle.

His long fingers curl around my ankle, claws digging sharply into my skin. He tugs on it, and I grab

Regan’s shoulders, and a squeak leaves my lips, and I peer down to find King Regan staring at me. His

eyes flicker, when he growls low in his chest and his fingers dig into my soft skin harder, holding me in

place.

Zeke’s grip grows impossibly tight, his claws piercing through my ankle, and I cry out as pain slices

through my ankle. Tears well up in my eyes, but I don’t look away from Regan. When Zeke’s sharp

claws scrape bone, and the pain suddenly steals my breath.

Looking over my shoulder, I kick out at him, attempting to kick him when King Regan moves beneath

me, and a feral growl from Regan makes Zeke freeze. I look at Regan, yet it isn’t him that growls, but

Gnash, who is prowling toward us, each step calculating as he sizes up Zeke. His pure white fur is

hackled up, and his shoulders drop as he snarls, snapping his teeth at Zeke.