Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 38

Gnash’s claws click on the hard floor as he stalks toward Zeke, who immediately lets me go just as Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Regan sits up with me in his lap. I move in his lap, pulling my knees closer to look at the wounds on my

ankle.

My blood spills onto the floor, and five deep piercing holes ooze out bright red blood, staining my foot

and the floor. Just moving it makes pain twinge up my leg and through my ankle.

“Fine, I’m going, Gnash. Settle down, boy; I was just mucking around with her!” Zeke snarls, and I feel

fur brush my arm as Gnash steps over my other leg and pauses beside me, teeth bared and growling

at Zeke, the dark, menacing sound rumbling from Gnash fills the room.

Peering over my shoulder, Zeke reaches for the door handle. He sends me a parting glare before

slamming it shut just as Gnash lunges at him. Gnash hits the door, his paws making it rattle against its

frame as his thick claws leave deep gouges in the thick wood.

I exhale, and only then do I realize I am holding my breath, and I drop my head, sucking in a shaky

breath. “Come here, boy,” I call Gnash when movement beneath me snaps me back to my situation,

and I notice I have my forehead on Regan’s shoulder.

I freeze, realizing just where I’m sitting. I am sitting in Regan’s lap and pretty much straddling him.

Swallowing down the urge to shove him away, I grip his shoulders when I feel his fingers grab my

ankle, making me hiss while his other hand falls from my waist to my thigh, and he grabs the back of

my leg, pulling it around his waist. I chance a look up at him; he’s watching me with a look that I can’t

read.

“What did you do that upset him?” Regan asks, his brows creasing as he examines my ankle.

“Not get eaten by Shadow in my sleep! I don’t know. He tossed me out of my bed and said I had to

suck his cock!” I snap at him, feeling a little peeved that he instantly blames me instead of his

psychopath brother.

Gnash chooses that moment to rush over to me now that he is done growling and clawing at the door;

he jumps on me and mauls me with his tongue, then tries climbing into my lap between us, his tongue

frantically licking air as I try to push his furry head away.

“No, Gnash, I don’t need a tongue bath!” I scold the excited wolf. King Regan laughs, trying to shove

his wolf off me, when Gnash decides to squeeze his way between us and lay across my legs, crushing

me and not allowing me to get up.

“Gnash, you’re heavy. Off!”

I groan, trying to push him off when he rolls between us, giving us his belly. I chuckle and shake my

head, scratching his belly while his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth. His fur is soft yet coarse

beneath my fingers. It helps to relieve some of the worry and fear I had felt earlier.

“Gnash off!” King Regan snaps at his wolf, but Gnash ignores him. Instead, wanting his tummy

scratched. With a loud sigh, King Regan leans back, placing his hands on the floor behind him and

leaning back while shaking his head at his naughty wolf.

“We can’t keep her!” Regan tells him, and I look at him. What an odd thing to say; I am not property, to

be owned or a pet!

Gnash whimpers, rolling onto his belly and placing his paws on Regan’s shoulders and whining loudly

while his tail swats me in the face as it whips back and forth. I grab his tail and Gnash turns his head to

look at me and whimpers, licking Regan’s chin.

“What have you done to my wolf? He never used to be this much of a sook!” Regan huffs, brushing his

fur, then scratching behind his ear.

“Nothing,” I tell him, chewing my lip.

“Come on, get off!” Regan tells Gnash, patting his flank, but Gnash refuses to move. Instead, he

yawns, his massive mouth opening up. I reckon I can fit my head in his huge gob. Regan rolls his eyes

and shakes his head.

“She is staying with us today, but get off, or I will give her to Zeke!” Regan tells him and Gnash growls

at him.

“So he can understand you and feel you?” I question, and Regan’s eyes go to mine.

“Yes, it’s our blood in their system, it doesn’t just strengthen them but bonds them to us. They feel us

better than we can feel ourselves sometimes.” Regan answers.

“Can you feel him?”

“I can feel him, but I don’t know what he is saying exactly or wanting, just what he feels. I can feel when

he is hurt, sad, or happy. I can feel when he is sick and needs my blood or when he is excited.” Regan

answers. He looks at Gnash before looking back at me.

“What’s he feel now?” I ask, and Regan’s brows pinch together.

“He’s excited. I think he wants to keep you as HIS pet.” Regan snickers, his lip slip into a half smile that

makes my heart skip a beat. Until his words sink in.

“His pet?” I ask, pulling a face.

“Yes, he likes you, but I don’t think he knows why, usually he tries to kill any woman I go near?”

“What makes you think he likes me, maybe he’s saving me as a snack for later?” I ask him, running my

fingers through Gnash’s fur coat.

“It’s almost like he has to protect you, keep you safe. I don’t know, he feels possessive of you?” Regan

offers and he looks down at his wolf like saying those words confuse him.

“Is he like that with anyone else?”

“Only me,” Regan shrugs.

Gnash wriggles between us when his paw catches my ankle, and I hiss, which makes him jump off.

Gnash sniffs my ankle, then starts licking it when he lifts his head and whimpers in King Regan’s face

before returning to licking up the blood.

“Gnash, leave it. I will heal her. Just get off us!” Regan snaps at his wolf. Gnash lifts his head and

bounces on him, his paws hitting his chest and knocking the King backward, his tongue slashing his

face several times when King Regan manages to shove him off with an exasperated sigh.

“Okay, okay, stop it. What’s got into you? You’re acting like a damn pup,” Regan snaps, and Gnash sits

back on his butt, dropping his head like a scolded child.

Regan shakes his head, and I move to get up when he grabs me, one hand sliding beneath my ass

and the other across my back. He stands so quickly I nearly topple backward; my legs wrap around his

waist and I clutch his shoulders when he hoists me up higher, bringing me face to face with him.