Page 67 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“I’ve only been asleep for an hour,” I groan.
“Why?Are you hoping to wake up early so you can run to my brother?”Regan mocks.
“Yeah, because I’m so excited that the first cock I will be forced to touch is of someone I despise!”
Silence falls in the room.What I said really starts to sink in, making me feel sick.“Keep a drink in his hand.He’ll pass out after dinner.Lyon and I will try to slip him something,” Regan says.
“Although if he catches us, it may make things worse for you.It’s up to you, though.”
“Can’t I tell your father I don’t want him and have him removed from participating?”
“No, my father is stubborn.He won’t allow it.He knows Zeke will use it as an excuse, saying you never tried with him.But that is not the only reason, it is not so much about marrying you but more for us to work together I think, I don’t think you choosing was the main plan of his.”
I chew my lip for a second, daring myself to ask.“Can you get me some wolfsbane?”I ask him.He scoffs.
“Certainly not.I am not handing you something that can kill us!”I roll over onto my side, knowing it is pointless.
“I’m sorry, Zirah.I can’t risk giving you something like that.”
“It’s fine, Regan.Forget I even asked.”Knowing today is potentially the day I will die, my stomach sinks.I have never feared death, but I know when Zeke does it, he’ll make it as painful and humiliating as possible.
Sleep does not come for me, and the dread in the pit of my stomach only worsens when I see the sky slowly lighten.Rolling over, I pull the pillow over my head, trying to block out the rising sun and forget about the hell I will live through over the next twenty-four hours with Zeke.
“The pillow won’t change it being morning.”Regan exhales.I lift the edge of the pillow and peek at him.He’s lying on his back with his eyes closed.He appears to be trying to sleep, or maybe he was asleep and my movement on the bed woke him.
“I need to shower to wake up, or do you want to have one first?”he asks, turning his head to look at me.I shake my head, and he sighs before climbing out of bed.
“Don’t you need my scent on you?”He groans and falls back down on the bed.
“Fuck!”he curses, tossing his arm across his face to block the light that is slowly starting to filter in through the curtains.My eyes roam over his body.He’s all hard and muscular, deep valleys of muscle pressed beneath taut skin.
“Can you stop staring?I can feel you watching me.”
I move to roll over when I stop and turn back to him.
“What, human?What do you want?”
“Why do you do that?”I ask, and he groans, turning his head to glare at me.
“Do what?”
“Call me human one minute but use my name the next.It is annoying.”
“Because you irritate me, and I know calling you human irritates you.”He laughs softly.
“You’re an asshole.”
“You only just figured that out?”He grins and watches me roll away from him.“Why does it bother you?My brothers call you the same thing.”
I freeze at the edge of the bed.“Because I’ve heard you use my name, then you revert to calling me human.”I huff.
“Because they can’t use your name?”
I roll my eyes and sit up.“Because theydon’tuse my name.Not at all.”I glance at the clock, finding it to be a little after six.Sighing, I fall back down.
“Time always seems slow when anticipating something,” he states.
“And what are you anticipating?”
