Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 68

~Zirah POV~

Regan storms over to Zeke, grabbing him by the throat and hauling him to his feet. He slams him

against the hard tiles before tossing him. He smashes against the sink basin when Regan grabs him

again. Both of his hands wrap around Zeke's throat, and his eyes blaze with fury. Zeke's, however,

looks empty, void. He doesn't even attempt to get free from Regan's death grip, even when his face

changes color from lack of oxygen.

"Regan!" Lyon rasps out, and I see his face is just as red as Zeke's. Looking at Regan, I realize he, too,

can't breathe. My brows furrow in confusion. I saw them get hurt before, but it didn't affect each other,

so now I'm confused.

"Regan!" Lyon rasps out, clawing at his throat. Regan turns his gaze to Lyon, and his eyes widen, and

he lets Zeke go. Lyon gasps for air.

Zeke doesn’t even put up a fight when Regan grabs him again, almost as if he accepts whatever

Regan is planning on doing to him. It confuses me. He whipped me without so much as a sliver of

remorse and didn’t stop until he ran out of liquor and had to look for more.

Yet now he’s acting like he has no such memory of what he did. Lyon growls, staring at them as Regan

drags Zeke from the room when he turns his gaze to the guard.

“What are you doing?” Lyon snarls at him.

The guard jumps to his feet. “Go with him and make sure he doesn’t fucking kill him because he’ll kill

us all if he does!” Lyon snaps. The guard rushes off, and Lyon shakes his head while I remain on the

shower floor.

Lyon steps over me and sits on the shower floor. I hiss in pain when he grabs me, pulling me between

his legs so I am forced to lean against him. He then peels his shirt off, tossing it out the door, and it

lands on the floor with a wet slap.

Lyon mutters to himself as he moves me around and grabs the shower head pulling it down from its

holder so he can rinse the blood off me.

"So if Regan kills Zeke, you all die?" Lyon nods his head.

"Normally, we are harder to kill, three life forces combined. We've survived some pretty shitty situations

that would have killed most. Yet by each other's hand, it's almost as if we're mere mortals. Hurting each

other hurts us all. I think it was Litha's fail-safe to ensure we didn't kill each other. She said our loyalty

and love for each other bind us, so she bound our lives, too."

He maneuvers me so my legs drape over his as he turns me side on, and I catch a glimpse of his chest

and the markings on them. On his chest were two tattoos in black ink; on one pec is a beautiful woman

sitting on a pile of coins, chains binding her wrists together and her ankles while she burns. On the

other is a skull with a crown atop its head, a snake weaving around the skull and crown.

They were symbols of greed and pride, two of the Seven Deadly Sins.

My fingers brush over the tattoo of the woman burning as the coins beneath her melt. Lyon freezes, his

hand catching my wrist, and I lift my gaze to his. "What did you do to betray

Litha?" I find myself asking.

Lyon ignores me and bites his wrist. "I'll tell you, but only if you allow me to heal you," he replies, Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

holding out his wrist to me. I press my lips together, not wanting anything from him or any of them.

They let Zeke do what he did when they left me with him. But I also wanted to figure out the curse, so I

gripped his wrist, wrapping my lips around his bite mark and letting his blood flood my mouth. My

injuries start to heal, closing quickly the more I drink his blood when Lyon speaks.

"We were competing for our kingdoms. They weren't handed to us. We had to fight them. I sold her

out." he tells me. I let his wrist go, and I glance down at my legs. A relieved sigh escapes my lips.

"Better?" Lyon asks, gripping my chin and turning my face back to his.

His thumb swipes across my lips as he wipes away the blood that stains them. "Yes," I breathe. Lyon

watches me for a moment, keeping his hand on my face when he goes to speak, but I interrupt him

before he can.

"What do you mean, you sold her out?" I ask him, and he drops his hand on my thigh.

"We knew she was in the kingdom somewhere. Regan and Zeke didn't want to kill her. Saw the King's

death as enough revenge. They believed my father was going overboard. Yet we discussed the tunnels

and the basement. We found the blueprints for the city and knew there was a hidden basement under

the castle. It's where the maze is. The maze was built on top of it. Regan and Zeke planned to tell my

father that she was one of those killed in the raid."

"But you saw it as an opportunity to get one up on your brothers," I tell him, and he nods.

"I gave my father the blueprints we found in exchange for my kingdom," Lyon tells me.

"Why did you choose that Kingdom?" I ask him.

"It was the wealthiest out of them. I wanted to show my brothers I could do better than them."

"And did you do better than them?"

"Was her life worth your kingdom?" I ask him.

"Of course not, and I've lived with that mistake ever since." I grit my teeth—so many deaths for self-

gain-a waste of life.

He then reaches for my tattered shirt that barely clings to my body. Panic engulfs me. I’ve barely

managed to stop them from seeing the markings covering me. I grip his wrist when he goes to peel it

off. He looks at me with a confused expression, and I realize I am preventing the inevitable, so I let him

go. I'm done hiding them.

Yet when he attempts to remove it, his back suddenly arches, and he groans loudly. The noise startles

me, and I jump when I see the shower floor turn red and the scent of blood reaches my nose. My eyes

widen in horror, and I look at Lyon when his body jolts again. However, this time red, angry lines split

and carved open his chest, opening up huge lines. Blood runs down his chest and abs before staining

the shower floor red with his blood.

"Lyon?" I murmur in panic, and his back arches again, and he lets out a pained noise and curses.

"Fuck!" He breathes through gritted teeth.

"Lyon?" I blurt in panic, and he laughs.

"Regan should have known better," he chuckles. "He's gonna get us all killed," he adds, and my brows

furrow.

"What?" I ask, but Lyon shakes his head when more lines cut through his stomach this time.

"Regan, he's wrath. He's blinded by his fury," He hisses through the pain when the ones on his chest,

which were already closing, tear open again a second later.

"Zeke is a glutton," Lyon rasps out. "And this will be no different. He won't be able to stop. He won't

fight him."

"I don't understand."

"Zeke, he'll let Regan kill him because he's a glutton for punishment," Lyon says before screaming

when the markings carve from his back, over his shoulder and chest.