Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall) novel Chapter 69

~Zirah POV~

As I wrap my mind around what’s happening, the air freezes in my lungs, and my blood turns to ice in my veins. Every wound inflicted on Zeke appears on Lyon as well. From what he said, it seems like it’s also happening to Regan. This curse is more than just sharing pain or having their lives bound together. It’s forcing them to experience the consequences of each other’s sins.

My heart races as I realize what’s happening as I watch Lyon’s skin open up once again. The whip marks covering Lyon’s body are deeper with each strike. Red, angry lines cover every inch of him as Regan loses control. As the shower floor fills with blood, the smell of iron fills the air. My heart races with panic as I watch Lyon’s skin open up repeatedly, and I know I have to find a way to stop him.

I struggle to my feet, ignoring the pain and discomfort, knowing I need to stop this before it gets worse. Lyon reaches for me, but I shake my head. “Stay here. Try to stop the bleeding. I’ll find Regan and Zeke.”

“Zirah...” Lyon groans, making me pause to look back at him.

“I’ll find them. Where would Regan have taken him?” Yet before he can answer, Lyon groans loudly and slumps forward, passing out. Panic slivers through me as I lift his head back to check if he’s still breathing. He is, but that doesn’t help me locate his brothers. Yet I can’t wait for him to wake up, either. I stumble out of the shower, trying to find my bearings as I search for the two brothers. Turning, I race for the door, slipping and skidding on the floors as I burst into the hall.

I don’t even care that I only have underwear and a torn shirt on, not when Lyon and Regan’s lives depend on it. I hate them for what they’ve done, but it doesn’t warrant death. Zeke, maybe, but Lyon?

Glancing down the corridor, I look for any guards, but finding none. I pause when my eyes go to the end of the hall to Regan’s door.

Gnash! Without hesitation, I race toward Regan’s bedroom door and burst through it, stumbling in my haste as I search for his wolf. The moment the door opens, I spot Gnash’s white head pop up from where he lay on the bed.

The moment he spots me, he charges at me and pounces, his tongue licking and tail wagging while I try to calm him down. Grabbing his big furry head in my hands, I stop his flicking tongue from mauling me. “Where is Regan?” I ask his wolf. Gnash wags his tail and I grip his fur harder. “Gnash...Take me to your master.” I tell him. He pauses, then jumps down, looks at me, then takes off out the door.

As I make my way through the dimly lit corridors chasing Gnash, he leads me downstairs and halfway down the stairs. I hear the faint sounds of the whip and the pained groans coming from Zeke.

Before I make my way to the basement, I find myself on the foyer floor, desperately trying to keep up with Gnash. However, the sound of the grand entrance doors opening makes me pause, and I see King Theron has returned, his face a mix of concern and annoyance while I wonder briefly why he has returned early. Shelley and Malachi are hot on his heels, along with another man I do not recognize. Yet even as I stare at the king, I can see something has drastically changed, he is no longer the same, he almost appears rejuvenated, his walk is different, his skin, even the way he carries himself.

“Zirah!” he bellows, his voice echoing through the grand foyer, making me stop in my tracks. “Where are my sons?” he demands, his eyes narrowing as he looks at me expectantly.

I stand there, panic rising in my chest for Zeke, torn between answering the king and continuing after Gnash. I glance at the way Gnash ran off, knowing that time is running out, but also aware of the consequences of disrespecting King Theron.