Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings novel Chapter 115

~Zirah~

“And yet your father believes he isn’t worthy of ruling in the high seat.” I shake my head.

“Yes, because he believes Regan is cruel and merciless, like everyone else believes. He’s painted himself as the villain, but he is only a villain to his people that live in his kingdom. My father doesn’t believe I can rule because of my gluttonous ways for supplies we need. He thinks I can’t rule, not realizing the size of my population is larger from saving Regan’s people. And Lyon, well, he has kind of turned into a hippy and lives off the land, he is free-spirited with his people. And he gives no rules to his people; Lyon has become his people.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, annoyed, knowing I just rejected him for no reason.

“Would you have believed me without seeing them for yourself, or would you believe I was covering up for my brothers, for the sake of breaking the curse?” I chew my lip, knowing he’s right. I probably wouldn’t have believed him without seeing them for myself, and by that time I had jumped the gun and already rejected him.

“Then why does he hate you so much?” I ask him, remembering how much they fought when I first met them.

“Regan hates everyone. Lyon a little less, but Lyon also hasn’t got the past I have with Regan,” Zeke answers.

“What do you mean?’

“I punished him for her death. I made sure no woman would go near him, and I made sure they knew what he was. It turns out I was no better; I made sure he remained alone for taking you from me, I thought he had killed my mate,” he answers guiltily.

"What about Lyon, he didn't seem like he was on your side either?"

"Because he thought I was poisoning our father, they both did. Not even I thought my father was linked to us. We thought we were his curse."

"Well, your father also hasn't fixed his ways, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," I tell him.

"Yeah, dad's never been one to get his hands dirty, that's what he has sons for," Zeke sighs.

"Regan?" I ask, and he nods.

"Yeah, Regan always took the jobs we didn't want, he's always taken care of us. We weren't paying attention, though."

“Yeah, you were no better. Regan’s anger killed them. Your inability to stop did."

“We are all as bad as each other. Lyon hides his sins better. Regan tries to control his sin by controlling everything and everyone around him.”

“And you?” I ask.

“They have learned to control aspects of it. I never did. As you can tell by my kingdom, I collect people as if they are trophies.”

“You saved people,” I tell him, and he sighs. “You are not understanding,” he replies.

“Lyon and Regan, for the most part, have control with you around, whereas me, I feel like I am losing mine more,” he tells me. “What do you mean?”

Our gazes lock, and the air between us crackles with an unspoken desire. I reach out, my hand skimming over his chest. Zeke inhales sharply, his muscles tensing under my touch.

My fingers trail lower over his abs, stopping at the waistband of his pants. The intensity of his gaze, the silent desire in his eyes, sends my heart racing and I’m left wondering how much more intense the tension between us can get.

“Zirah, don’t tease me,” he growls, his voice thick with barely restrained hunger.

“Who said I am teasing?” I challenge, tilting my head to meet his gaze. There’s an intensity in his eyes, a primal hunger, that both scares and thrills me.

“I just told you I struggle most with control around you and you want to test that?” he rasps, his grip on my waist tightening.

“You can’t break me, Zeke,” I say, my voice soft but firm. “You said it yourself. I’ve become your obsession, your vice because you cannot have me... so why not get me out of your system?”

His eyes widen slightly, taken aback by my suggestion. He’s silent for a moment, studying me intently. “After all, I am made for you," I tell him, and his eyes flicker dangerously. Without warning, he crushes his lips against mine, pulling me against him with an intensity that steals my breath away.

Our bodies collide, heat against heat. The thin barrier of his pants is barely enough to contain the electric charge between us. His hands grip my thighs and he hoists me up, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. Zeke steps forward until I’m pressed against the cool tiles of the shower wall.

His lips are rough, demanding and there’s an urgency to his touch that leaves me breathless. His hand explores my body, tracing my curves and igniting a fire under my skin wherever he touches.