Page 90 of The Unwanted Mate of the Lycan Kings
“It’s fine, Regan, when the time comes and your father arrives, I’ll choose you.But once you find your mate, you let me leave.Until then, I think you need to keep your distance,” I tell him before swallowing guiltily at the wounded look he gives me.
“What?”he questions.
“When you find her, you let me go,” I repeat, and he cocks his head to the side then clenches his jaw.He growls, his eyes flickering darkly.
“I chose you over my brothers!”
“But you won’t choose me over her!”I yell at him.Regan growls, glaring at me, and his mouth opens then closes knowing I’m right.He then turns on his heel and stalks away from me.
I’m watching him leave when I hear him call out to his wolf.“Gnash, come,” he bellows, and Gnash looks up at me.I nod for him to go to his master, and he drops his head, whines loudly, and rushes after him.I fall heavily into the chair beside me, glaring at the ruined dinner on the table, when I notice the vial still laying there among shards of glass and bits of food.Zeke must have dropped it.I chew my lip, glancing around nervously before snatching it up, clutching it in my hand.
With one last glance at the table, I get up, knowing tonight willbe my only chance to escape, and I intend to take it.
Chapter 42
Reluctantly, I climb the stairs back to the bedroom quarterswhile pondering what my chances are of Zeke letting me sleep in my room since he now knows his mate is alive and out there somewhere.Managing the stairs proves quite difficult.I feel queasy and anxious and regret not grabbing a bread roll or something.Now that the adrenaline rush of events is over, I feel light-headed as I stumble up the stairs, trying to hold what remains of my pants and clutch my shirt closed.
If he doesn’t let me sleep in my room, maybe he’ll at least let me get some of my clothes.Those thoughts diminish when I find him waiting for me at his door, his gaze cast down the corridor to Regan, who is just stepping into his room.
When I move closer, he pushes his door open, motioning for me to enter, and I groan, knowing my chances just went out the window.“I see my brother came to his senses,” Zeke taunts.
I roll my eyes, pushing past him and entering his room to find Hunter in his crate where Zeke locks him to stop him from getting to me.The door closes with a bang that makes me jump.I feel like I’ve walked into a predator’s den unarmed, looking like a delicious steak to a starved animal.
“You don’t seem happy about Regan’s dismissal of you.”I say nothing.I dismissed him, but he can believe what he wants.It changes nothing.
“After the dramatics downstairs, I expected you two to be running off into the sunset.Yet he didn’t bother to say a peep when I told him my plans for us tonight, seemed rather angry actually,” Zeke presses.
“Glad you enjoyed the show, is it bedtime yet?I rather get tonight over with,” I deadpan.
Zeke chuckles and moves to stand in front of me.His hand grips the wrist that’s holding my shirt closed, and he yanks, but my grip doesn’t waiver.Unfortunately, the shirt tears apart, leaving a fragment of fabric clutched in my fist.
“I could heal you, but I think we’ve passed the point of niceties.”He laughs while I glare at him.My breast is throbbing steadily like a heartbeat, and the tracks he carved into my skin are still bleeding, though some have started to clot.
“You really must have upset him to leave you in this state.”I sigh, moving toward his closet and grabbing a fresh shirt.“Are you forgetting something?”he asks.
“What, should I bother asking?Should I say please?”I retort, ripping it off the hanger.
“No, take what you want, but I see no point ruining another shirt when you still have to bathe me,” he mocks, shoving past me and into the bathroom.I glare at his back.
“You have a mate who’s still alive.What’s the point in keeping up with the games?”
“Well, just because you’re of no use to me doesn’t mean I am not going to play by the rules,” he tells me, twisting the taps to fill the tub.I roll my eyes, tossing the shirt aside, knowing it will get wet, but grab a pair of pants before moving back to the room.I tug them up while listening to Zeke rummaging around the bathroom.
“Zirah, grab my towel.It should be hanging on the wardrobe door,” he calls out from the bathroom.
I shake my head but get up to grab it, not caring to fight with him.When I do, I try to figure out what to do with the vial.My eyes fall to his vodka beside the bed.The bottle is half empty, so I assume it’s his current one.Peeking my head into the walk-in closet, I see him step into the bath before tiptoeing back to the bed.I pop the cork topand pour it in, giving it a shake.I then toss the vial in a drawer full of paperwork since I can’t find a trash can, and rush to snatch his towel off the door.Walking into the bathroom, he sings out again.
“Grab my vodka too, I left it on the bedside table.”I groan, and he laughs, but little does he know that is precisely what I want him drinking.I smile slyly to myself and snatch it up, pretending to be angry about having to retrieve it as I walk back in.I hold it out to him, and he takes it, sitting the bottle beside him.I sit on the edge of the bath and hold my hand out for the stupid washcloth, but he clicks his tongue.
“You’re not maid material, are you?”
“Neither are you, as it appears, nor are you man material seeing as a man can wash himself.Though, I suppose a little boy would need help,” I tell him, snatching it when he offers it to me, but he pulls it back at the last second.I grit my teeth and reach for it, and as he offers it again, he drops it into the bath water between his legs with a wet plop.
“Appears this little boy is clumsy.”He smirks, raising an eyebrow at me.Pressing my lips in a line, I drop my hand beneath the bubbles and water to retrieve it when Zeke grips my wrist, holding it against his crotch.His huge cock brushes my palm when he locks my fingers around it, forcing me to hold it.
“Bet that doesn’t feel fucking little though,” he growls.I jerk my hand, but he holds it in place for a second longer before letting me go.I nearly topple backward, only just managing to catch myself before I fall.
Zeke watches me as I lather it in soap before he reaches for his vodka.He swigs from the bottle then coughs frantically, making me jump.
