Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 38

Gnash’s claws click on the hard floor as he stalks toward Zeke, who immediately lets me go just as 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.