Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 7

~Zeke~

My very essence called out to my mate. All along, the woman we’d been fighting turned out to be the

one we were searching for without even realizing it. Now, I am left desolate, empty. Stripped bare of

everything, my wolf is gone; Zirah hates me, and for good reason. My entire life has fallen in tatters

around me, and all because I destroyed the one woman I was supposed to love.

“We still have the maze trials…” Lyon trails off, and my eyes move to him, where he is nursing the rum

bottle in the crook of his arm. “She will not play a game now, Lyon. Not when she is the prize,” I tell

him, climbing off the chaise and wandering over to him. I steal the bottle from his arm, taking a sip from

it, then another and another until my throat is raw and burning, just like the blood boiling in my veins.

“Regan will convince her,” Lyon states, and I can hear the hint of animosity in his tone. He’s jealous.

We both are. We can feel he is with her, feel the blood tie we share with him change. It’s weakened.

But the fact it remains at all is proof she hasn’t broken the curse completely on him. If she had, he

wouldn’t be tethered to us anymore, only her, and we’d be dead. So she hasn’t let him mark her, but it

explains why her blood when we tried to mark her, was like poison to us.

I fall back onto my chaise in the billiard room, and Lyon wanders over to the bar to fetch another bottle.

He sways on his feet when I hear footsteps drawing nearer. Lyon looks in the door's direction, and for a

split second, I hold out hope that it is her. Instead, I am greeted with the look of my bewildered father as

he stumbles into the room. A one-track mind. It is almost as if he doesn’t see us in the room as he

moves toward the bar. Followed seconds later by Malachi and James. I smirk, spotting James

wandering into the room while looking bored and fed up.

“That is the last thing you need, you old fart,” he growls, snatching the bottle from my father’s hand.

Malachi rolls his eyes, falling onto the chaise beside me; I hold the bottle out to him while I watch Uncle

James fight with my father over a liquor bottle. Malachi takes the rum from me, downing half the bottle

in three huge gulps. He offers it back to me, and I hold it up. “I guess I’ll get another then.” I pass it

back to him and Lyon reaches above his head at the bar, chucking me a fresh bottle and saving me

from having to get up while my father and uncle continue to squabble.

“Well, what do you suggest, James? I watch the fucking walls waiting for my death, the fucking grim

reaper!” my father snarls, snatching the bottle from him. My uncle chucks his arms up in the air in

frustration. “You are too stubborn for your own good, Theo!” Not even Malachi gets away with calling

him that; that was my mother’s nickname for him.

Yet, turning my head, I find Malachi staring absentmindedly at the bottle clutched between his hands. I

glance at Lyon, who dips his head at Malachi in a silent message, asking what is wrong with him. I

shrug, unsure myself.

Turning my attention to Malachi, I nudge him, and he startles. “These two already have you wanting to

neck yourself,” I chuckle.

“No, I just can’t get over Shelley’s betrayal,”

“The witch/nanny from hell?” I ask.

Malachi sits back heavily. “He takes everything from me,” he grumbles, tipping the bottle to his lips as

he glares at my father, I too glance at him.

“Pretty sure Zirah killed her,” I remind him.

“No, he did. Taking your mother from me wasn’t enough. He had to take her too.”

“Oh, will you stop with your fucking pity party? She played us both!” My father snarls at him, Malachi

immediately blows up, jumping to his feet.

“You told me you were finished with her!”

“I was! I haven’t touched her since….” My father trails off, his eyes going to me and Lyon briefly. Uncle

James immediately moves to get between them as they go toe to toe. Lyon sighs, wandering over and

stealing Malachi’s spot on the couch.

“Who’s your money on?” I ask.

“Malachi looks pretty pissed off. I reckon he’ll kick his ass. I haven’t seen him this mad before,” Lyon

says. “You?”

“James, he’s held his tongue too long. I bet it's fucking sharp,” I chuckle, sitting back in the chair to

watch the show.

My father is shoved into the billiard table, the huge table skidding across the ground from the force.

“You’re exactly like him, you fucking cretin!” Malachi bellows at him.

“You dare compare me to that vermin!” my father sneers, and Malachi scoffs. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“Well, you have to stick your dick in everything that goes past, Theron! Just like he did, god knows how

many illegitimate kids you’ve got out there,” Malachi retorts. My father shakes his head.

“You took Electra from me, and the moment you saw her take an interest in me, you had Father set up

the agreement, and stole her from me.”

“She was my fucking mate!” my father yells back.

“And you cheated on her, too, with another woman I loved!” Malachi yells back.

“Hmm, this is getting interesting. Wonder what secrets get spilled tonight?” Lyon chuckles.

“I did no such thing. Your precious Shelley was a common whore. I did what any other man would do

when presented with pussy. I fucked it!” my father snarls, and Malachi slaps him. I snicker, only to

cringe when my father tackles Malachi. The billiard table is smashed in the process when my father

body-slams him, only to land on top of him. Uncle James only just moves out of the way in time before

they become a ball of rolling brothers. My father sits up, clutching his back and groaning like a true old

man. Clearly, that hurt more than he anticipated.

“You fucked her because you knew I wanted her,” Malachi snarls as my father moves to get up,

grabbing hold of the hand James offers him. Before he is on his feet, Malachi kicks my father in the

stomach, sending him flying into the wall.