Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 58

Stepping into the corridor, I find Regan leaving his room, he stops the moment he spots me and I avert © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

my gaze from him to the window, unable to even look at him. After everything he said earlier, that he

would help me against Zeke and now he just hands me over to him. It makes me sick.

“Z..I” Regan says, touching my arm. I jerk away from his touch.

“Don’t call me that, we are not familiar, you made that very clear.” I spit at him

Zeke steps out beside me, he glances between us. “Issue?” Zeke purrs seizing my arm. Regan’s jaw

clenches and Zeke smiles at me mockingly.

“No, don’t we have a date?” I ask him and his smile widens, eyes flashing sinisterly. He pulls me toward

the double doors at the end and just as we reach them, I hear Regan’s bedroom door slam, making me

peer over my shoulder at it. I swallow down the lump that has formed in my throat and focus my

attention on trying to keep up with Zeke.

He leads me downstairs and into the dining room where I see breakfast is set up, he plucks an apple

from the fruit bowl and tosses it to me. “Breakfast!” he states, dragging me back out. Shaking my head.

“Wow, a breakfast for champions, huh?” I ask taking a bite out of it.

“I know, only the best for my future wifey, lucky you.” Zeke chuckles and I roll my eyes, he leads me

through the castle and down a path that leads towards the maze and I groan, hoping we aren’t hunting

in there. Just before we reach the crest of the hill, he pulls me down another track leading toward the

stables.

He says nothing the entire time, he is on a mission. A mission to kill me and when we reach stables two

guards open the doors and Zeke all but throws me inside. I barely catch myself on a bale of hay while

he wanders to the back and through a door before calling out to me.

“You have two minutes, pick what you want. We are heading into the woods.” he snaps and I push off

the bale, walking past where the servant women scrubbed me raw the first night I came here. An

involuntary shudder slivers through me at the memory. Shaking the feeling off I move to the open door

to where Zeke disappeared too. Stepping into the room I find it's a storage room of some sort.

“Pick your weapon!” he motions toward the back wall and I give it a glance before turning to face him.

“You’re kidding right? We’re going hunting, and I get offered a fucking pitchfork?” Zeke snickers.

“Take it or leave it.” he shrugs. Pressing my lips in a line, I spot a hessian bag and snatch it up, walking

over to the rack of garden tools and other useless shit I try to figure out what to pick. Zeke moves

behind me and I glance at him to see him about to walk out of the room.

“Aren’t you going to pick your weapon?” I ask him and he smirks.

“Your looking at it.” he laughs stepping out of the room. Exhaling in frustration I turn back to the rack of

crap. I spot some rope and grab it down, then an old rusty knife that doesn’t look like it could cut

anything. I look over the other tools, finding pitchforks, and a shovel. Turning, I peer around at the other

walls and shelves coming up empty. Unless I wanted to dig a hole or shovel shit, this is useless, it is

either too heavy to run around with or will only slow me down.

Chucking them over my shoulder I turn for the door when I see a small ax hanging next to the door. A

smile splits onto my face seeing the blade nice and sharp, and it almost looks brand new. Now an axe

is something I am definitely familiar with. Grabbing it, my fingers fit perfectly around the handle, it isn’t

very big, maybe about the size of my forearm. Similar to the one I had back at the cave. I toss it in my

bag and walk out to find Zeke unbuttoning his shirt.

He motions toward the doors leading out and I shake my head walking toward them, stopping at the

entrance.

“Are you coming?” I ask when he doesn’t follow, I have no idea where we are going.

“You have a ten minute head start.” he says not even looking at me, instead he peels his shirt off and

tosses it aside.

“Excuse me?”

“I would run fast if I were you. There is nothing I love more than the hunt.” he says, glancing over his

shoulder and smiling sadistically at me.

“Run, Zirah. I’ll be right on heels.” his eyes flicker and his canines elongate his face twisting into a

Lycan’s and I gasp. Turning, I run out of the stables to find a guard. He laughs and points toward the

woods while I just wanted to run back to the castle. Yet when I attempt to, he steps into my path,

pointing me in the opposite direction toward the path leading to the woods off the side of the maze.

Cursing, I take off for the trees, hearing the guards' rancorous laughter behind me.

Stepping into the woods, the high canopy trees block out most of the sun, and it takes me a second for

my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. I can barely see anything in here as I move hesitantly between the

trees, stumbling over broken branches and old logs, I try my best to navigate the thick terrain that

seems to go down a bit of a hill.

Ten minutes later and I am definitely lost, I hear a loud howl ring out which makes me stop. My heart

rate rises and I rummage through the bag, pulling out the axe before I take off running. My feet

slapping the moist earth sound so loud as I run for my life, knowing that the only thing being hunted in

these woods is me.