Chapter 37
As I run for the door, my feet p the hard, cold floors, and I nearly slip on the huge oval rug that takes
up most of the room. My shoulder hits the door, and it bursts open. I’m thrown forward, and my hand
grabs the doorframe, stopping me from going sprawling on the hard floor as I twist to head for the
doors when at thest second, I remember I have to be in Regan’s room for breakfast so I turn in the
opposite direction.
The motion throwing me off has me clutching the doorframe, as I swing out the door, nearly slipping
over from the split second decision to change direction, when I hear Zeke snarl behind me.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, but I don’t risk ncing over my shoulder. I can’t take the
risk of it slowing me down. Every second wasted makes it easier for him to catch me. Instead, I run for
Regan’s bedroom door while praying he leaves his door unlocked. The harsh ps of my feet against
the floor and my heart mming in my chest are loud in the empty hallway. I can hear that Zeke is not
far behind me and with his Lycan abilities it will take him no time to catch me.
However, halfway to his door, I hear a loud bang that makes me shriek. Shooting a quick nce over
my shoulder, I see Zeke burst out of my room and slide across the floors and into the wall. He growls
furiously, gets to his feet, and chases after me.
My breath lodges in my throat at the vicious look on his face, and my heart feels like it is about to leap
out of my chest as it flutters faster. My hand reaches for the door handle, so close, yet so far away. I
run harder, determined to run through it if needed, which is precisely what happens when my hand
doesn’t grip the door handle like intended because it is ripped open just before my fingertips reach out
to touch it.
A gasp escapes me when I see Regan rip the door open, his eyes zing as he looks at me and then
at Zeke chasing me. He growls, and that anger grows sharper on his features. Is that anger from being
woken up or from my arriving early? To be fair, I had no intention of being here before I had to be!
However, I am not given a chance to stop and ponder or even slow down and figure it out because I
plow right into him, tossing him backward. The air leaves my lungs in a harsh huff as I collide with his
brick wall of a body. King Regan is thrown back, and I clench my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable
pain.
Fate doesn’t like to disappoint because I not only ran into a brick wall but thennded on top of it. King
Regan gasps, his hands grabbing my waist as his head bounces off the floor, and he grunts as I knock
the air out of him, too.
Zirah 1! King Regan 0!
A secondter, I hear Zeke’s feet chasing after me as he closes the distance down the hallway. I push
up off Regan’s chest, and he turns his head, looking out the door. He clenches his teeth, and I move to
crawl off him, but his hands remain firm, and he pulls me back to him with a low growl.
“No,please,” I gasp, my eyes going wide when he stops me from escaping, and I realize he is going to
hand me over to his brother. Zeke snarls, stopping just in the doorway and I freeze in ce at the
sound of his voice.
“Good catch, brother,” he drawls and I peer over my shoulder at him, his back leaning against the
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doorway as he looks at the two of us. I turn my pleading gaze back to Regan; he presses his lips in a
line, and his fingers dig into the skin on my hips.
Zeke pushes away from the doorframe and leans down, then grabs my arm. My fingers dig into
Regan’s shoulder, I’d much rather take my chances with Regan than go with Zeke.
“Zeke what are you doing?” Regan says with a sigh sounding bored, my eyes remain on Regan and he
presses his lips in a line and stares up at the ceiling.
“Well I was going to make her suck my cock, but since she has gone and woken you up, I think its only
fair you get to join us too.” Zeke taunts, he grips my face with his free and tilts my face up to look at
him. I re at him and tears burn the backs of my eyes but I refuse to let him see me cry, this man
does not deserve my tears.
“But you did make me chase you,” Zeke muses, sweeping his thumb across my lips. He clicks is
tongue and shoves my face away. “But since I’m feeling generous brother which do you want her ass
or her mouth?” Zeke asks while yanking on my arm.
Gritting my teeth, I twist, and p him, if he thinks I will go easily he is sadly mistaken. My hand
connects with the side of his face with a loud p, his sharp teeth slicing into his lip. He growls, letting
me go and wiping his lip with his thumb. His blood smears across it, and his eyes turn pitch ck. He
licks the blood from his skin and runs his tongue over the small slice.
“Oh, you’ll fucking hurt for that!” Zeke snarls, the threat hangs in the air, and I feel that cold fear grow
stronger. I watch as he leans down and grabs my ankle.
His long fingers curl around my ankle, ws digging sharply into my skin. He tugs on it, and I grab
Regan’s shoulders, and a squeak leaves my lips, and I peer down to find King Regan staring at me. His
eyes flicker, when he growls low in his chest and his fingers dig into my soft skin harder, holding me in
ce.
Zeke’s grip grows impossibly tight, his ws piercing through my ankle, and I cry out as pain slices
through my ankle. Tears well up in my eyes, but I don’t look away from Regan. When Zeke’s sharp
ws scrape bone, and the pain suddenly steals my breath.
Looking over my shoulder, I kick out at him, attempting to kick him when King Regan moves beneath
me, and a feral growl from Regan makes Zeke freeze. I look at Regan, yet it isn’t him that growls, but
Gnash, who is prowling toward us, each step calcting as he sizes up Zeke. His pure white fur is
hackled up, and his shoulders drop as he snarls, snapping his teeth at Zeke.