Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 32

Worry gnawed at me as I follow Regan out of the castle when he stops noticing Malachi at the front

gates.

“My King,” Malachi acknowledges, and his eyes dart to me next to Regan.

“Zirah.” I give him a brief nod.

“Are you leaving with my father?” King Regan asks him. Malachi sighs.

“Regan, you know I can’t give you information.”

“We’re all family. If there is something you need to tell me, now is your chance, Malachi.” Malachi looks

ahead.

“That may be so, but I am loyal to your father. That is all I can tell you.” Regan growls.

“Something is going on, more than he is saying. Is the Kingdom in danger?” Malachi shakes his head.

“Is my father?” Regan asks and Malachi swallows but says nothing, yet I could tell that was his way of

saying yes without breaking his loyalty to the King, his half brother from what Shelley told me.

“I wish I could say more.”

“You’ve said enough. But I have one more question. Is this the reason for the urgency behind…” King

Regan glances at me. “The human?” he sneers.

“Your father needs to ensure the Kingdoms just in case.” King Regan nods his head once. However,

when he goes to leave, Malachi grabs his arm.

“Zeke can not get the throne,” Malachi says slowly.

“He won’t. I’ll kill him before I allow that.” Regan assures him, yet his words confuse me that he would

speak like that about his brother.

“No… You don’t understand Regan… Zeke, he’s up to something, he’s…”

“He’s what? What has he done this time, Malachi?” Malachi glances at the castle and presses his lips

in a line.

“Nothing I can prove, but what is going on with your father didn’t start until he showed up a month ago.”

“A month ago? Zeke told me and Lyon he only returned for the Maze trials.” Malachi’s brows pinch and

he shakes his head.

“No, Zeke has been here for over a month. His Kingdom is being run by his Beta.”

“Excuse me?”

“You didn’t know?” King Regan shakes his head.

“Check the logbooks. He’s up to something. Ask any of the staff but your father’s had issues since he

arrived.”

“I noticed, he seems….” Regan doesn’t finish.

“Not himself… yeah, he’s even been forgetting staff names, he’s attacked Shelley twice...he’s not of

sound mind.”

“He attacked her?” Regan questions.

“Yes, I had to pull him off her at dinner the other night, like he forgot who she was. He called her Litha..

thought she.”

“Litha is dead.” King Regan states.

“I know. I was there with you and watched her burn. But… I don’t know it like he sometimes forgets

what decade he is in.” Malachi worries and, by his aura, I could tell he genuinely loves and worries for

his King.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this. But—I owe him my life.” Malachi says sadly.

“I find out what is going on.”

“And be quick. Zeke is hiding something; you need to find out what it is.” King Regan nods, and

Malachi motions for the guards to open up the gates. King Regan stomps and I look at Malachi.

“Well, off you go. Keep up.” Malachi smiles.

“You didn’t tell him?” I ask him. He looks at me, confused.

“Tell him what?” I pull my sleeve up a little and Malachi instantly rips it back down to cover my wrist.

“Don’t let them see.” he hisses, glancing around at the other guards who aren’t even looking in our

direction.

“I had a hard enough time ordering the maids to forget. As for vamps, I took care of them,” he whispers.

“Now go and never mention this again.”

Malachi's words leave me with more questions. I know a witch cursed the Lycans, but why, after all this

time, do they still hold a grudge? What’s done is done! Shaking my head, I race to keep up with the

King. Yet he is already on the path and once I reach it, I slow down, giving up.

King Regan didn’t care if I was able to keep up with his long strides as we walked into town; he seemed

to be on a mission to get this over with so he could get away from me, which is fine by me.

However, as he gets further ahead, I give up trying to keep up, instead taking my own pace, looking for

paths and alternate routes, so much so I lose track of him completely as he disappears. He seems to

forget I am supposed to be in his “Care”

However, I have other things on my mind besides escaping this luxurious prison I have found myself in.

One of my runes is fading, making me wonder what that means and how I am going to get what I need

to revitalize them. That is not something I am looking forward to, and I highly doubt King Regan would

point me in the direction of wolfsbane, branding iron, and the herbs I need without asking questions.

Plus, there is the issue of the spell granny used.

Stopping, I glance at the forest lining the narrow footpath, wondering if any of the herbs are here and if

I just need to find them. Pulling my sleeve up, I see the fading mark. The blue is gone, and it has now

turned gray. The scar beneath is the only indicator of what it once was, yet the magic has now faded

and I’m not even sure if I can recreate it.

Granny used a spell, one I never paid attention to because I never understood the language she spoke

when she did it. However, while unsupervised, I decide to wander off the track. I find some wild

currents and pick them, popping them in my mouth and chewing before picking a handful and moving a

little deeper.

Becoming absorbed in my task of finding herbs and trying to locate the dreaded wolfsbane in the thick

brush, I end up finding crab apples and have an entire handful of berries and fruit when I hear his

furious voice.

“Human!” I hear King Regan snarl, making me jump. He growls angrily and I can hear him stomping

through the forests. I sigh, knowing my mission to find the herbs I need is over. But I got currents!

Although they aren’t very tasty and quite bitter since it is the wrong season for them. But still, it reminds

me of home.

“Zirah!” Regan snarls. My arm starts burning and I glance down at it, seeing the next rune seems to

blink. What is going on with me? Tugging my sleeve down, I turn my head in the direction I hear him

coming from.

“You’re testing my damn patience, girl!” He snarls when he finds me.

“And you’re testing my damn legs bigfoot, if you want me to remain by your side, remember I have

shorter legs! You went ahead, so I detoured.” I retort, and he growls.

“Your attitude is getting on my damn nerves. Do you think I want to babysit you?” He snaps, grabbing

my arm and tugging me back toward the path, using those impossibly long strides and a fast pace that

leaves me stumbling to keep up.

I pull on my wrist, and he growls, then stops and grabs me. A squeak leaves me, not expecting it when

I find myself dangling upside down and looking at his plump ass. Not bad, even if I do say so myself.

“I have meetings in an hour! You are wasting my damn time!” He snaps. I glare at his backside and the

light gray suit he is wearing before I snicker. Popping another current in my mouth, I push up, leaving

all my weight on his arm, and he growls.

“Current?” I offer. He presses his lips in a line before lifting me higher and tossing me back over his

shoulder. I glare at his backside before going to eat another current, when I smirk.

Opening my hand, I chuckle and squeeze the currents, mushing them in my hand and turning it a deep

reddish purple. I then smear it over his backside, ruining his gray pants.

He stops. “Control yourself and keep your pitiful peasant's hands to yourself!” he snarls before slapping

my ass. I snicker to myself.

“Sorry, Regan.” I draw out his name and he jostles me, his shoulder digging painfully into my stomach.

“If you don’t want me to touch it, don’t put it in my face. I couldn’t help myself, so plump, like a peach.

My peasant hands just couldn’t resist touching the almighty King of assholiness!” I slap his backside.

Argh, finding it hard like a fucking rock! I shake my hand. It stings me more than him. He snarls and

digs his fingers into my thighs.

“Keep that up and I will leave you with Zeke!” he says. I roll my eyes, digging my elbows into his back

and resting my chin on my hands as he trudges through the forest.

“You don’t get along with your brothers?” I ask.

He says nothing, ignoring my question, and I sigh. Such a conversationalist! When we are back on the

path, he then dumps me on the ground, just tossing me off his shoulder. I land on my hip and ass and

graze my elbow. I hiss, rubbing my elbow and my entire side feels grazed and bruised.

“Oh, for goddess’ sake! Don’t you start fucking crying?” He snaps.

“Over you, not a damn chance!” I snap back at him. Now I am glad I ruined his pants. My only regret is

I didn’t have mud to make it look like he soiled himself!

He sighs before moving closer and offering me his hand, but I slap it away, getting to my feet.

“Asshole!” I sneer at him walking ahead.

“I didn’t expect you to land on your ass!” He yells at me. I stop and raise an eyebrow at him.

“Do I look like a cat? You can’t fucking toss me and expect me to land on my damn feet!” I retort, and I

continue walking toward the town when he grabs my arm.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters, letting me go. I glance at him, but he just slows his pace to mine. My hip is

killing and I can feel the bruise forming.

“Are you, or just worried I will snitch on you to daddy, or more worried I won’t pick you and you’ll have

to answer to Lyon!” He stops and glares at me.

“Lyon?” He growls.

“Yeah, well, Zeke stands no chance in hell at the throne if I have any say in it! I’m surprised your father

even expects me to go along with that twat!” I snap at him and he looks down at me.

“And what makes you think you have a say in it?” He demands.

“Last I checked, I’m the one who picks out of the lot of you, not like you have any options lining up to

marry you!” I tell him.

“What and you do?”

“Three, apparently, you’ve been volunteered. Lucky me…. You get a wife and I get a headache and I

get the pick of your father’s damn litter.”

“You assume you’ll live long enough to marry any of us?” He laughs like he finds that the funniest thing

in the world.

“Well, I don’t see you trying to kill me?” He huffs.

“Don’t let that make you think I like you. I just know my brothers; I’m not risking my throne when they

will do the dirty work for me.” He chuckles.

Stepping into the town square, I find stalls set up everywhere, little boutique stores and grocers,

anything and everything you can think of. Now that it is open and bustling with people, I see how large

the place truly is.

“Well, hurry up! I have a Skype meeting soon!” He snaps at me. I look at him, not sure what he wants

me to do. I’ve never been to a store before. He growls, shoving me into the closest store. It has racks

everywhere with clothes and I walk through the aisles when a lady rushes over.

“Your majesty.” She bows low, and I look at Regan, who looks at her, annoyed.

“Well, don’t just stand there, help her! I have places to be.” He snaps at her and she quickly rushes

over to me. She asks what I’m looking for but I have no idea, then asks what size I am and I just stare

at her.

“I don’t know; I used to make my own clothes.” She purses her lips and tugs on my clothes. She then

moves to the racks and pulls some dresses down, holding them up and I shake my head, seeing they

are short-sleeved. After an hour, I realize they have only airy, flowy dresses made for the hotter

months.

“Just pick something!” Regan snarls at me. The woman glances at him before dropping her head.

“Do you have anything with long sleeves?” I ask her.

“But it’s–” I hold up my hand, cutting her off.

“I know, the days are long and hot and nights freezing,” I sigh.

“You would be more comfortable in–” I shake my head as she holds up a floral dress that looks like a

daisy explosion.

“I have scars I like to keep covered,” I tell her, not knowing what else to say without saying; witch trying

to hide her runes!

Yet saying that aloud seems to have piqued Regan’s interest as he looks up from his phone. His eyes

flicker and he looks me over for these scars like he could see through the blouse.

“I’m afraid my store might not be the store you are after. Most of my stuff is mostly for spring.” She

chews her lip. I nod, about to thank her for wasting her time.

“Maybe try Kelly’s four stores down. She never throws stock out,” she tells me.

“Thank you,” I tell her and she smiles before her eyes move to Regan sitting behind me.