Page 35 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“Fine, that’s settled then, Father.I will drop her at the stables at bedtime, or the pigpen, wherever she feels more at home,” King Regan snaps, getting to his feet.
“Sit down!”King Theron booms, and his fist comes down on the table.
“A pig would be more worthy of the throne than any of you!”I spit back at King Regan.His jaw clenches, and his hand on the table fists.Turning my attention to King Theron, I plead my case.“Can I marry your fattest pig?”I ask.“At least if your kingdom falls, we’ll have bacon.”
King Theron smiles.“You marry one of my sons, dear.You’ll have all the bacon you want, but no.I need a successor, and these three Muppets are unfortunately the only options.”He motions toward his sons.
“Why can’t I stay in the room I am in?As much as I am lookingforward to spending time with the parasites you call sons, I fear they’ll kill me in my sleep the first chance they get,” I tell him.
“Goddess, give me strength.She is trying my last damn nerve,” the king mutters and sighs.He sits back, glaring at his sons.“You will not kill her, and the same rule applies.If she dies in your care or suddenly goes missing, you instantly forfeit your throne and kingdom.Am I understood?”
Lyon nods his head once.Regan growls in answer when Zeke smiles wickedly.I watch him, not liking the evil glint in his eyes.
“Fine by me, but Father, if we must live like a married couple and share a bed and all that, isn’t it only fair that she has to perform like a wife?”
“What do you mean?”King Theron questions.Zeke shrugs.“Well, if she gets to try before she buys, shouldn’t we be granted the same privilege?”
My heart skips a beat.
“I’m not following, son, what is it you are asking?”
“He wants to know if she will be obligated to fuck him!”Regan sneers, yet his eyes don’t leave me when I look at him.
“Well, if she wants to, sure.But if you brutalize her—”
“We’ll lose our kingdoms!”Zeke finishes for him with a roll of his eyes, yet his lips tug into a cruel sneer.
“So wait, how is any of this fair?We have been given every rule, yet she has none?”Lyon asks, yet my eyes are still locked on Regan.The moment Zeke spoke, his aura flared like a raging storm, crackling around us, and darkening to the most violent hue I’ve ever seen.
“She needs rules, Father.We can’t have her walk all over us.Why is it that she can pick and order us around, yet she isn’t to even attempt to meet our standards?”Lyon argues.Regan breaks our stare off, and I let out a breath as he turns his attention to his brother and father.Turning my gaze to King Theron, his brows are creased, and he appears to be deep in thought.
“Very well, I suppose I’m willing to compromise, but you’ll obey every rule I set out.”He looks at his sons before he turns his attention to me.“And so will you!No if’s, no but’s, you’ll actually tryto obey the rules.”My mouth suddenly loses all moisture, wondering what rules he’ll give me.My eyes move to Shelley, who stares at me, silently pleading for me to agree, reminding me it won’t matter once I escape.
So I nod in agreement.“What are the rules?”I ask and the king’s tense posture relaxes, and he pushes up from his seat and grabs another board to write on.He chews on the end of his marker for a second while he thinks before writingGroomson one side and slashing a line down the middle and writingBrideon the other.I pull a face, not liking either of those titles.
He moves back to the grooms’ side, marker scribbling.
“First rule: No killing the bride!”
“The same rule should apply to her if she is expected to share our bed!”Lyon points out.Zeke scoffs, and Lyon growls at him.
“Idiot, you have to sleep sometime.Unless you learned how to sleep with one eye open,” Lyon retorts.
“Good point, son!”King Theron states, writing the same rule for me that I can’t kill them.
“Bummer, I was really hoping he would leave that one off, I had your deaths all planned out,” I say sarcastically.
The three kings glare at me while King Theron moves back to their rules.And the outrage caused by it is instantaneous by Zeke and Lyon.
“You’ll remain faithful to your bride!”
“What?That’s some fucking bullshit if she doesn’t have to put out!”Zeke snarls.“I’m not agreeing with that one.Either she gets on her knees or her fucking back, or we’ll get it somewhere else,” Zeke snaps.
The king ignores Zeke and Lyon’s words of outrage and writes the same on my side, yet that rule is fine with me.I have no plans to deflower myself anytime soon.
Instead of reading each one out loud, he continues writing while we all wait, anticipating these rules.When he is done, he turns to face us.
“Each side will have ten rules.You three boys can write two rules each, and Zirah, you can write one rule for them since they havemore rules than you already.So choose wisely,” The king states.
