Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 33

She drops her gaze when I feel him grip my wrist, tugging me out of the store. He leads me outside and

down a few stores, stopping at another which has dark windows you can’t see in, and a beaded door. I

glance up at the sign before Regan pulls me inside. A bell chimes as he pushes through the beads and

opens the glass door. A woman wanders out from behind the counter. Her eyes go to the King before

darting to mine, yet the moment my eyes meet hers, I know there is something more to this woman

than meets the eye. Her energy radiates power.

“My King, what brings you here?” She asks, yet her eyes remain on me and her lips tug in the corners.

Looking around, I see she has all sorts of clothes. And pants! Regan tells her I am here looking for

clothes. The woman nods and purses her lips.

“Size?” I almost groan, having not paid attention in the last store, so I am shocked when Regan gives

her my measurements. She hums and nods.

“Well, we have this section, which should be mostly your size. What are–”

“Something with long sleeves,” Regan says, as he runs his fingers over the racks. The woman nods

and grabs some stuff, holding it up, but everything is… floral. What is it with people wanting to look like

a flower around here?

I am about to shake my head when Regan starts plucking things off the racks that are just plain colors

and much more, something I would wear or make myself.

“Try these on and leave whatever that crap Shelley has you wearing here so she can burn it!.” Regan

orders, thrusting a dress into my arms.

The woman motions toward a curtain and I pull it back to find it is some sort of booth with a mirror taller

than me. Slipping inside, I hang the clothes up, getting rid of the clothes Shelley gave me. Can’t I give

them back to her? Why must I throw them out?

Shaking my head, I pull the black dress on. It flows to the floor, hugging my hips and the top of the

dress is low cut; I pull a face, seeing my breasts on display. Pulling on the fabric, I try to tuck them in

and pinch the top closed, but the make of the dress doesn’t allow it, but it does have long sleeves.

Twisting, I smooth the dress out, finding it fits like a second skin, the stretchy material hugging my

curves and I feel even more exposed.

Yet it offers more coverage than my boy legs did and is quite pretty when I see the straps at the back

hanging down. I hold them up, wondering why I have tails. Walking out of the dressing room, I am

about to ask the woman what to do with them when I find Regan now sitting out the front, a heap of

clothes similar to what I’m wearing across his lap and his phone in his hand.

“Does it fit?” He demands, looking up while I am stupidly holding out the bits of fabric, probably looking

like a bat! His eyes roam over me and his eyes flicker black when he suddenly stands. The woman

comes rushing over to help me, but Regan steps in her path, grabbing the pieces of lacy fabric I’m

holding out.

He begins crisscrossing them over my waist and hips before spinning me around and tying them at the

back.

Great! How am I supposed to tie that by myself? Regan then spins me around to face him. He clicks

his tongue, looking down at my feet. He huffs, wandering off and grabbing heels when I shake my

head.

“I’m not wearing those!” I tell him and he presses his lips in a line before finding these strappy-looking

flat shoes, and another pair of ballet-looking shoes. He nudges me to sit in the chair he was in before

he lifts my skirt. I nearly slap his face when he grips my wrist before it connects with his face.

“If I wanted to fuck you or touch you sexually. I wouldn’t have added that rule to your side, Zirah!” He

snaps, letting my wrist go.

“So you do know my name after all, that the second time you have said it!” I retort. He says nothing and

laces the shoe up my leg before moving to the next. However, his hands linger far too long on the other

leg when he leans closer, his face barely an inch from my mine, and he sniffs the air before leaning

back to look at me.

“You really are pure, aren’t you?” he questions.

“Excuse me?”

“Untouched! You’re a virgin.” My face heats at his words. It’s not like I didn’t know what sex is. It just

never appealed to me, especially hearing the echoes in the caves. Half the time, I wasn’t sure if they

were in pain or in ecstasy, maybe both. Yet his words made my face heat like being a virgin is

something to be ashamed of. Regan raises an eyebrow at me.

"You can really tell? I thought the King was just saying that to make the women fear lying.”

“Virgins smell different, their scent isn’t as potent.”

“How so?” I question. He seems to think for a second.

“I don’t know…just different. For example…” he grabs my hand, brushing his thumb over the back of

my hand. He then holds my hand to my nose. I can smell his touch on my hand. It’s a masculine scent,

like the smell of the woods after a storm. Refreshing.

He shakes his head. “Of course, you’re human you don;t have the same sense of smell. You’ll just

have to take my word for it. You smell different from other women; I can smell their lovers on them, but

it’s different to just me touching you.” He frowns before continuing. “I can smell they’ve lost their

innocence.” He explains, and I nod. But I could smell his scent, could smell it even before he touched

me.

Regan pulls my skirt down. “How do they feel?” He asks, and I wiggle my toes.

“Fine?” He nods once and grabs the other clothes, passing them to the woman. She wanders off when

Regan turns, plucking the tag off the dress at my shoulder and he walks off.

“I got the other stuff you asked for?” She tells him, pointing to a stack of lacy undergarments, and

pajamas. There is also a pile of pants and socks. I hold up the bra and pull a face.

“It’s a bra!” Regan deadpans and I shoot him a look.

“I know what it is. I’ve just never worn one before.” I pull a face, though this breast contraption would

have come in handy for storing crystals in. Instead of Granny pulling my hair so tight she could shove

them, or the bracelets she used to make that I always lost when hunting.

“It helps keep things where they should….not that you need it ye–” his eyes dart to my breasts, he

clears his throat but doesn’t finish what he was going to say.

The woman chuckles. “I think he approves,” she laughs.

I glance down at them. I’ve never understood why men get so excited over lumps of fat on a woman’s

chest, created to feed a child.

Regan growls at her, but she does not seem to be bothered in the slightest by him. Glancing at him, he

looks down at me. His eyes flick to my cleavage before he smirks, not even caring that I know he is

looking at them.

I shake my head, fighting the urge to cover them before remembering the coin’s purse Shelley gave

me. I hand it to the woman, not sure what to do with it.

She shakes her head. “No, take them. Your money’s no good here, Zirah.”

I tilt my head to the side. “You know my name?” I ask her.

“The entire city knows your name, dear. You saved my daughter from entering the maze. I owe you a

great debt and so does half the kingdom. We look after our own.” Her eyes go to the King and I shake

my head, trying to push the bag toward her.

She shakes her head, bagging the items. “Please take it,” I ask her, but she refuses to take it.

“Well, if you won’t take her money, take mine, she is stubborn and won’t leave until you do and I have

work to do,” Regan tells her, pulling a card from his wallet. Similar to the one Shelley gave me. I watch Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

him use it when he raises an eyebrow at me.

“You’re not supposed to watch.”

“Sorry, Shelley gave me one of those things but never told me what to do with it,” I tell him, looking

away and wondering why it is a secret if everyone has one. Regan clicks his tongue, pulling me in front

of him.

“The chip goes in here. You slide it in.” He pushes the card into the device. And points to the screen.

“Then you press which one you want, so this one.” He points and shows me.

“You press the button, then type the pin number in. He presses four digits. “Hit ok and done.”

“Shelley never told me about a pin?” I mutter and Regan sighs, grabbing the purse and pulling it out.

“She wrote it on the back. This one is different, see?” He shows me.

I nod, still confused. He growls and tucks the card into his pocket. And pulls the one he just used out,

though it is a different color to the one Shelley gave me. “Use this one! I’ll order another,” he says, and I

raise an eyebrow.

“Won’t you need it?” I ask him.

“I have other cards I can use,” he shrugs, yet I had so many questions like how the money went into

the machine and how it got in the card. Clearly granny left a few things out of her teachings.

He grabs my bags and my hand tugging me toward the door. “I thought your brothers would kill me, so I

don’t think I need it?” I taunt.

“They will. That’s why I’m not worried about you sending me broke!” He laughs. I shake my head when

the woman sings out.

“Zirah!” she says and I stop and Regan growls.

The woman rushes over. “Stay where you are, but lift your hair for me.” My brows furrow, but I do as

she asks when she moves her hands in front of my face, revealing a leather and lace choker with a

black obsidian stone nestled into the center. Hanging off the choker on the first drop-down tier is a

smokey quartz stone and the last tier is black amethyst.

I glance at her. “We look after our own!” she repeats and my fingers brush over the leather, but it’s not

the choker that shocks me, it’s the runes that are embroidered on the inside where no one will see.

Runes, I know, mean protection. They won’t work the same as granny’s but I know this is her telling me

what she is, and that she knows what I am, one of her own.

“Tell Shelley I said hi,” she smiles, with a knowing look on her face. I glance at her aura and tilt my

head when she finishes tying it in place. She’s a mystic like granny. My lips tug in the corners.

“The Kingdom has waited a long time for someone like you.” Regan scoffs.

“Yes, because a human ruling will really keep you safe from the vampiric Kingdom.” Regan sneers.

“No, but she will keep US humans safe from the Lycans.” she retorts and then walks away. I turn back

to find Regan looking at me. He pinches the choker, running his thumb over the black obsidian that sits

in the center, then down to the smokey quartz before his thumb brushes over the last stone nestled

between my cleavage.

“It’s a black amethyst,” I blurt stupidly, and his eyes flick to mine.

“You know about crystals?” He questions. I bite my lip and nod my head.

“Yeah, we would find all sorts of crystals in the caves,” I tell him and he nods. He looks back toward the

counter where the woman stands, folding clothes.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand, leading me out. Regan is quiet on the walk back, his grip on my wrist is

firm as he tugs me along after him.

When we arrive back at the castle gates, he passes the bags to one of the maids and stomps off

immediately into the massive entertainment room Zeke was in earlier. Walking past the entrance, I

notice Zeke lazing in the armchair a drink in his hand as he watches his brother. Lyon has his feet on

the coffee table and a drink in his hand.

However, immediately notice Hunter isn’t with Zeke, and I am about to ask where he is when Lyon

speaks, making me freeze.

“What happened to your suit?” I had completely forgotten about the currents I mashed in his pants.

Zeke tilts his head and then snickers.

“That explains your mood! Wrong time of the month, brother?” he laughs, and Regan looks over at him.

Noticing them looking at his pants, he twists, and I duck behind the massive vase that is as tall as me

in the entryway.

He growls furiously. “That fucking brat!” Lyon snickers and I hear a glass break before stomping

footsteps. I press against the wall, hiding behind the vase more.

“Where are you going?” Zeke laughs.

“To deal with her!” he growls stomping off toward the stairs. I cover my mouth, trying not to laugh.

When he is out of view, I step out from behind the vase when someone clears their throat, making me

jump. Lyon is leaning against the wall just in the entry.

“Run human, I’d hate to be you when he gets his hands on you!” he laughs wandering back into the

room. I peer in, and Zeke smirks at me, and I quickly rush off to look for Shelley since I can’t go back to

my room right now.