Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Prey Of The Lycan Queen Chapter 11

Regan POV

When I woke up to Zirah gone, for a split second I thought she left me. Panic spread throughout my

entire body, so the relief upon finding her was immense. However, that is short-lived after my uncle

added his opinion to the mix. Yes, I wanted her to finish the marriage trials, yet I never bargained for

her to come to the kingdom, why can't it be held here. This is technically her home, after all. I had no

such qualms when I didn't know she was my mate about her coming to my kingdom, it would have

driven her away yet now the thought of losing her has me dying inside, and she hasn't yet. How bad

would it feel if I actually did lose her when I just got her. What happens when she realizes I am truly the

monster they say I am.

"Who did you say your uncle was again?" she asks me. A man who knows too much, I think bitterly.

"Weird is what he is," Zeke says, coming up behind us. I glare at him as he moves to fall in line with

her. Zirah says nothing, just sighs heavily like she is bored with Zeke already.

"You're so fucked if she agrees to continue the game," Zeke laughs through the mind-link. I growl back

at him, not realizing I also growled out loud. Zirah glances at me then stops abruptly, glancing between

us both. "It's no longer a fucking game," I warn him through the mind-link.

"Never mind them, Love ,sibling rivalry and all.” Lyon purrs, dropping his hands on her shoulders.

"What's no longer a game?" Zirah asks abruptly, making us all jump, when she's using the mind-link

that she should not have access too. I haven't marked her yet.

"Wow, this is a weird sensation," she adds. I shove her out and Zeke smirks. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Seems our little witch hybrid is a fast learner," Zeke taunts us. I can feel her trying to open the link

again, yet I keep her effectively blocked. "Obviously not that fast because you blocked me," she says,

shooting me a glare.

"No secrets, you want me to continue the game, I don't want any of you hiding shit from me," she

growls, stomping off. Our wolves chasing after their master. Because, let's face it, now I think they'll

turn on us instantly if she wishes. I jog to catch up to her. For someone small, she can surely move

when pissed off. I catch her on the stairs, lacing my fingers through hers, but she jerks her hand away.

"I am not a prize to be won," she snarls.

"You eavesdropped too early," I tell her. She glances over her shoulder at Zeke and Lyon, who are

following and watching us.

"Then what did he say that angered you?"

"It's like Lyon said, sibling rivalry. I shrug, hoping she buys it, by the look on her face she doesn't yet

she adds nothing, but I can tell she is seething beneath her calm facade. Feel it through the bond I now

share with her, I can feel her effortlessly, it makes me wonder if she can feel me, she had no issues

invading our mind-links. I wonder if it extends to my emotions too, even if we haven't marked her.

Guiding Zirah through the elaborate maze of the castle, I can't help but feel an unshakable sense of

dread. Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow tread closely behind us, their amber eyes flickering like wildfires in

the shadows. There's an undercurrent of fear that she'll discover the beast she first believed I was. Yet

at the same time, an intense desire to be a better man for her has also arisen. I am not worthy of her,

yet I want to be.

I draw her closer as we walk, a warm force contrasting against the cold stone beneath our feet. Her

skin against mine makes sparks rush across my body. A bizarre but welcoming sensation. Zirah leans

into me, stealing my warmth as I lead back to her room, yet I pause, wanting to go to mine. "Can we

sleep in mine?" I ask her, much preferring my own room over her bare one.

"But I need to grab a new shirt, Gnash drooled on this one," she huffs.

"You can borrow one of mine," I tell her, nudging her toward my room. Plus, I have wolfsbane in my

room, and with how antsy I am after running into my uncle, I might need it. One part of me wants to kill

him for his words, that little seed of doubt he has planted in her head. Another part knows he's right.

Reluctantly, she follows me to my room, pushing the door open. I am smashed with the cold draft from

the open balcony. The room is dark, and I flick the light on, then move to start the fire while Zirah goes

and raids my walk-in closet, coming out in just one of my shirts.

I watch her move toward my bed. The sight of her in my shirt is nothing short of arousing. The sight of

her in my shirt is intoxicating. It clings to her curves in ways that ignite an insatiable need within me. My

shirt hangs off one shoulder, revealing an inch of skin that makes my mouth dry. Its length swallows

her, but stops mid-thigh, creating a vision that makes my heart race. Her dark hair, a spiraled mess,

cascades down her back, she's stunning. The rune tattoos running up both her arms are currently

dormant, but I know their potential. One slight emotion—I know she can activate them, and they'll burn

fiercely like precious gems against her pale skin.

The sight of her stirs something deep within me, a primal urge to claim her, like I have any right over

this captivating creature before me. Yet, she holds an unwitting power over me without our bond even

being fully formed.

Yet, it's not merely her physical allure that ensnares me. It's the way she moves, boldly captivating, that

captures my attention. Each step she takes radiates an aura that seeps into the chill of the room,

warming everything around her like fire melting snow. She knows who she is now, she knows how

powerful she truly is, and that both scares and excites me. It scares me because she doesn't need me,

she doesn't need anyone. Yet it excites me seeing how confident she is now, how fearless. She was

fearless before, but now she is something else.

My breath hitches in my throat as a wave of desire crashes into me, watching Zirah, climb on top of my

bed amongst the pile of fur blankets and pillows. She looks like an angelic entity, bound directly to the

throne of God or perhaps the entrance of Hades.

I find her irreplaceable, an intoxicating mix of divinity and danger that holds me willingly captive. Yet

when I see Gnash following her along with his brothers, I can't help but smirk.

"No, you take up too much room," she whines when all three wolves pounce onto the bed. She huffs,

"Well, his bed is bigger, I guess it's okay then," she coos, scratching Hunter's head. Turning back to the

fire I was supposed to be building, I wonder how my brothers are coping without their wolves, not

having Gnash is like having a limb removed, yet I rather her protected.

“Regan,” she finally breaks the silence, her voice soft and curious. "Are you lighting it or staring at it?"

she asks, shaking me once again out of my thoughts. She flicks her fingers, fire shoots past me, and I

jump, the flames smash the logs and send flames up the chimney in a roar when she giggles. I peer

over at her, and she looks at me innocently.

Author Note

Hi guys, unsure if you can see these, but if you can, I will try to keep updating them here. It's annoying

being asked for updates for an app I don't work for, but I no longer work for Goodnovel, so make sure

you follow my Author Page. Jessica Hall Author page on Face book, but I will complete these here, so

you can finish them but all future books will be elsewhere.