Page 14 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
Real funny.“Impossible,” I growl, standing up andreaching for my gray sweatpants.
“Must you always sleep naked?”Lyon asks, strolling into the room.
I roll my eyes.“You don’t want to see me naked, don’t barge into my room,” I retort.It’s not my fault they are less endowed and embarrassed.I smirk at my thoughts, but not feeling like having a dick debate with them, I keep my thoughts to myself.
Lyon scoffs, and I reach for my tank top.“Back to our problem, brother.One of them actually survived the night.Father thinks it’s hilarious and won’t let us know who.The old fart has been laughing for the past hour,” Lyon tells me.
“Bullshit, check the cameras,” I tell him dismissively.There is no way any of those women survived a night with our wolves.My father is just trying to make us compete in some childish sibling rivalry for some unknown reason.Maybe he really is losing his damn mind.
“They’ve been shut off and Father changed the password so I can’t log in,” Zeke snarls.I raise an eyebrow at him.“We enter the maze in ten minutes,” he says, huffing out a breath.
If Father wants to pretend one really survived, so be it.I will play his little game.
“We?You know there are no survivors, but if somehow one made it, neither of you are to enter.”
“Why, what’s wrong, brother, scared of some healthy competition?”Zeke mocks.
“You know the throne should be mine, you will both forfeit.It is my fucking birthright!”
“Father thinks otherwise, or he wouldn’t have us competing for the spot,” Zeke taunts.
“Not likely,” Lyon scoffs.Leaning down, I snatch up my shoes, and glare at him over my shoulder as I do.Bending down, I go to put them on before growling and tossing them aside.I’m faster barefoot.Looking at Lyon, he watches me, a bizarre look on his face, one I haven’t seen before.
Determination.
But why he suddenly wants the throne makes questions rush through my head.
“You’ve never shown the slightest interest in the four kingdoms.Why would you want it?”I ask Lyon.
“For the mere purpose of getting under your skin,” he says, folding his arms across his chest and leaning on the door frame.However,
I don’t believe him.There is some underlying reason.
“Well, I’m not pulling out.You want the throne, you better run fast, brother.”Zeke smirks.I growl, if they weren’t my brothers, I would kill them.Maybe I still might!“Ten minutes.Don’t be late!”Zeke laughs, stalking out of the room.
As I move toward the door, Lyon steps in my way.He peers out the door at our retreating brother before looking up at me.“Zeke cannot win the throne,” Lyon states.
I raise an eyebrow at him.“I’m being serious, Regan.He will start wars with the dragon kingdoms and the vamps.He is a tyrant and a fucking dictator.His kingdom lives in squalor.”
He is correct.Zeke was always at war with someone over inconsequential shit, and his people suffered the price.I always have to bail his ass out.There is no way I will answer to the likes of him!
Pushing past my brother, I walk down the corridor toward the dining hall.“What are you going to do?”Lyon asks.
“Nothing, I can’t stop him from competing, but you need to stand down and forfeit!”
“No, the throne isn’t just your birthright Regan, we are all kings!”
“I’m the oldest and the only one fucking trained to run the High Kingdom,” I snarl.
“You may not be as bad as Zeke, but you are far from worthy of the spot!”Lyon snarls.My hand grips the front of his shirt before I shove him against the wall.He grunts and glares at me.
“You and I both know it, Regan.Your people are terrified of you, all four kingdoms are terrified of you.”
“Fear is not a bad thing, it keeps them in line,” I tell him.
“You ruined our only chance of breaking the damn curse because your temper got in the fucking way!Tell me how you are worthy after you slaughtered every witch from that damn bloodline!And don’t even get me started about our mother!”he spits.
“You are out of line and know nothing of what you speak.”They have always blamed me for her death, if only they fucking knew the truth.
