Chapter 47

Zeke only has on some blue and white plaid flannel pants, his chest is bare when I notice he too has

similar markings to Regan. Regan's tattoos are of various symbols that I now recognize represent his

betrayal of Litha; a Lycan head with a Kings crown up in flames is etched across his chest and down

his back is a faceless woman burning. I know the tattoos were used to try to cover the runes that

glow beneath in reverse, however nothing was removing the taint on them that Litha branded into

their flesh.

Zeke's tattoos cover his arms and bleeding into his shoulders, now I can see them. I try to figure out

what his tattoos represent. Up one arm are multiple skulls that go from his wrist to his shoulder.

Woven around them are rose vines reminding me of the ones in the maze along with snakes, they

weave in out of the skulls before the biggest snake head rests atop the last skull, mouth open wide

with blackened eyes, inside the snake's mouth is an apple. However, just like Regan's tattoos, the

picture etched into his skin burns in flames and reversed runes.

Seeing him, it makes me wonder if Lyon has tattoos to represent how he is cursed. But what I want

to know is how Zeke betrayed Litha. Wasn't he dying and she saved him, so why does he share the

same reversed runes?

“If you're done gawking at me, Love. I have come to ensure you're sticking to the rules!” Zeke says

stepping closer.

“I'm already done!” I tell him, trying to push past him, but Zeke blocks my way pressing me back

against the sink basin. He grips the back of my neck forcing me to crane my neck back. I grit my

teeth and Regan growls behind him.

"Zeke! Let her go!” Regan snarls behind him.

“I came to see proof!” Zeke laughs and I clench my teeth.

"She's already finished; you missed the show!” Regan tells him. “Now get out of my room!”

Zeke glances at him over his shoulder before letting my neck go and grabbing my hands, finding

them both wet. He presses them to his bare chest, running them down to abs and I swallow whole.

He smirks deviously, his eyes flickering. He growls, pressing closer so I can feel his entire body press

against mine, my hand awkwardly bent as he still grips them when he smiles. Leaning back I try to

escape him but he just leans forward, leaving me nowhere to go.

“I can't wait to see the look on your face when you have your hands wrapped around my cock!” He

laughs letting my hands go before one hand grips my face, squeezing tightly. I try to shove him off

but he forces his knees between my legs pinning to the sink basin

Using his other hand he traces his thumb across my lips and I try to press my lips together however

Zeke pinches my cheeks harder and forces two fingers into my mouth until I gag and retch when

they hit the back of my throat.

"Hmm, I think I would prefer the sound of you gagging around my cock!” he growls next to my ear

while I try to shove him away.

"Fuck’s sake Zeke get off her!” Regan snarls and hits the wall. I hear him stand, the sound of water

splashing the floor. Zeke then laughs, and Regan snatches a towel growling at him and Zeke quickly

lets me go and saunters out of the bathroom. I glare at his back and watch him walk out the

bedroom door then rush over to lock it. Hearing a whimper, I spot Gnash at my feet, watching me.

“He won't come back, and he knows better than to break my door down.” King Regan states,

coming out with just a towel wrapped around his waist. I avert my gaze, moving toward the couch,

hoping he doesn't immediately want to go to bed. Just a few minutes more before I have to lie next

to one monster that will be responsible for my death if I can't escape tomorrow night.

Luck is not on my side when I see Regan come out of his closet with just his boxer shorts on.

"Want to go back to your room to get changed and shower?” He asks, and I peer over at him.

"You can take Gnash or I can come with you?”

"Gnash is fine,” I answer, and he nods. Getting up, I rush back to my room with Gnash and find some

winter pajamas. They're checkered and made of flannel, and not see-through! Showering quickly, I

step out of the shower and get dressed. After stalling as long as possible and moving at a snail's

pace, I reluctantly leave the room. Stepping into the corridor, Zeke is leaning against the wall.

“I was wondering if you would come out. Though I am a little upset you did, I was looking forward

to dragging you out and punishing you.” Ignoring him, I shove past him, only for him to fling me

into the wall and cage me against it. Gnash snaps at him and Zeke holds his hands up, taking a step

back.

“I can’t wait until you're in my bed, the fun we'll have!” He taunts, and my stomach sinks at the

thought.

“There is plenty I can use you for that's above the waist. Oh, and we still have bath time, I can't wait

to watch your face when I make you jerk me off and lick me clean.”

"Zirah?" Regan calls out, and I peer over at him.

I rush back to his room, fighting back tears, knowing Zeke would ruin me tomorrow. Why didn't

Shelley make it tonight? Now I would have to suffer an entire night with that monster tomorrow

until he falls asleep!

Gnash follows me to the bed, jumping up on it and laying at the foot when Regan locks the door

and moves toward the couch. “You can have the bed, just don't freak out when I climb in the bed in

the morning to make sure you're covered in my scent,” he says, laying down on the couch. He uses

the remote to shut off the lights, sending the entire room into darkness except for the fire that is

now burning.

I watch the flickering of the flames on the walls, trying to sleep yet finding I can't, my mind now on

overdrive, knowing in a few scant hours I will be stuck with Zeke.

Tossing and turning Gnash whines and I pat the spot beside me, wishing I could keep him with me

tomorrow. “Come on, boy?” I whisper to him. He stands, and shakes out his fur, but instead of

coming closer, he jumps off the bed, rushing for the balcony door. He slips through the blowing

curtains, and I tiptoe quietly over to peer out to see what he is doing.

When I notice it is not a balcony at all, but stairs. “Gnash?” I whisper.

"He's gone to pee. He'll return.” Regan speaks, making me jump. I turn around to find his eyes

glowing back at me in the darkness of the room. He sits up, flicking a lamp on before snatching his

watch off the table, and he groans.

"Why are you awake? It is two in the damn morning!”

“Sorry, if I am not excited about being molested by your damn brother tomorrow, well now I

suppose it's today!"

"He won't rape you! He can't or he gives up his kingdom, he'll make sure he has permission first.”

Like that will stop him. He plans on killing me before his father can ever find out. Turning back to

the balcony/ not balcony, I see Gnash run off into the surrounding forest. I step out the doors when

Regan grabs my arm.

"Where are you going?”

“To get Gnash.” I point, and he looks out at the maze and the forest behind it.

"He's hunting,” Regan says, tugging me back into the room. He shoves me toward the bed. But

instead of going back to the couch, he follows.

“I can take the couch?” I turn to move toward it when he grabs my arms, shoving me back toward

the bed. “You need my scent on you, and I need yours. I have left you be all night, but I am not

losing my kingdom because you're too much of a prude to lie in a bed with me!” He snaps and I

chew my lip, glancing at the bed when he grabs me. A gasp leaves my lips when he tosses me onto

the bed. I try to clamber off when he climbs into the bed and wraps his arm around me, tugging me

back against him.

“Regan!”

"Get over it. I won't lose my kingdom. He'll be able to tell by how strong our scents are if we slept

together or not! Now just stay still and try not to move!”

I lay frozen, tucked against him. Every line of his body can be felt and after ten minutes, I am

sweating like a pig. I kick the blanket off and try to move his heavy arm when he growls.

"What did I fucking say?” He snarls.

“You're making me sweat. Why are you so damn hot?” I snap at him. He huffs, letting me rearrange

and move away from him. I lay on my back only to be jerked back to him and I am crushed against

his chest.