Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings (by jessica hall)

Chapter 20

~Zirah~

The next morning Regan gifted me Gnash. Zeke, not to be outdone, gave me Hunter. As grateful as I

was for their offerings, I was taking them anyway. "If you need me to come get you, ring me, doesn't

matter what time it is, I'll come get you," Regan whispered, before he tilted my head up. His lips

brushed mine gently as his fingers tangled in my hair only for him to deepen the kiss as he stole my

breath. When he released me his eyes seemed darker, the shadows cast on his face seemed more

sinister.

When he turned to look at Lyon. "Hurt her and I fucking kill you," Regan warned Lyon. "I'm not the one

she has to fear," Lyon sneers back, yet my attention remains focused on Lyon. He opened the car door

motioning for me to climb in, Gnash, Hunter, and Shadow jumped straight into the limousine, as they

made themselves comfortable on the floor. Zeke shut the trunk, having put my bag in it just as the

driver climbed into the driver's seat.

"Have fun," Zeke smirked cockily, and I rolled my eyes at him, ducking my head and slid across the

seat. However, once in the car and we were on the road, the silence became deafening besides my

wolves panting as they rest.

Lyon's usually cocky demeanor was missing as we left the kingdom borders, replaced with an

uncharacteristic nervous energy. He toyed with the hem of his suit jacket, throwing glances my way

with an apprehensive glint in his eyes. I moved closer to him, sliding across my seat, my curiosity

piqued.

"What's bothering you, Lyon?" I questioned, hoping to uncover the reason for his restlessness.

"I'm worried...that you won't like my kingdom," he confessed, the words falling out in a reluctant tumble.

My brows pinch in confusion.

"Why wouldn't I like it," I asked but he bit his bottom lip. I’d ever seen him this nervous before, it was

unsettling for a man that usually seemed so sure of himself. Instead, he draped his arm across my

shoulders, pulling me closer before he pressed his lips to my temple. One part of me wanted to push

him away, another wanted to comfort him. It was an odd mix, so I remained still. "Sleep, it's a long

drive?"

"I thought your kingdom was the closest?"

"No, mine is the furthest. Regan's is the closest," Lyon answered, and I glanced at him.

"Guess he wants to go last," Lyon whispered. "Which means you should be asking why. Now sleep," he

said.

I went to open my mouth at him ordering me. "I know, you can scorch my ass into next week, I don't

mean anything by it, just rest, I'm not joking when I say it’s a long drive," he told me before he un-

clipped his belt, and pulled me onto his lap. He maneuvered us so we were laying across the seat

which was surprisingly comfortable. "Shadow!" Lyon called out and he lifted his head, Lyon pointed to

the seat across from us, and Shadow wandered over, sticking his nose under the lip and opened some

compartment pulling a blanket out coming over to us. Lyon scratched his head. "Good boy," he told

him, taking it and draping it over the top of us.

Upon our arrival at Lyon's kingdom, my initial impressions were starkly at odds with his anxious

confession. His kingdom was an oasis, a vibrant city teeming with life and prosperity. I gazed out the

window at Lyon's kingdom in awe. From the moment we slipped past the kingdom walls, we could see

a magnificent city bustling with stalls and vendors. The streets were alive with music and laughter and

the citizens had broad smiles on their faces.

The splendor of this place was a stark contrast to Lyon's anxious confession. Everywhere we looked,

there was an abundance and joy. "This place is amazing," I muttered as we passed through the city

toward the castle. My senses were overwhelmed by this wonderous world which seemed like

something you'd see in a story book, not real life. A vast city of exotic delights stretched before me in

all directions. The streets were alive with merchants peddling their wares - bejeweled fabrics draped

upon shimmering stalls; sweet-scented spices and perfumes filled the air as I wound the window down;

so much color. Vibrant music bounced around the place. Everywhere I looked, citizens were reveling in

what appeared to be celebration - smiling, chatting and dancing to the music playing, it was like I had

stepped into some exotic book.

"What's not to like?" I said, genuinely puzzled. It was clear Lyon’s people seemed to be proud and

content with their lives here. As the car slowed people rushed toward the limousine, waving and trying

to touch him through his open window while the driver waved for them to move. Winding up the

window, I sat back in my seat waiting for Lyon to give me an answer to his strange mood.

Lyon sighed, a deep and resonating sound. "I may not be able to give you the luxuries you're used to at

your castle," he admitted, his voice was barely above a whisper.

I chuckled at his words, not mocking, but genuinely amused. "Lyon, I grew up in a cave. Your kingdom Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

is a paradise in comparison." I reminded him.

"We'll see if you still believe that once we reach my castle." My brows pinched as he turned his gaze

back to the window.

As we delved deeper into the city, I can't help but notice how loved Lyon was. His subjects greeted him

with genuine affection, their faces lighting up at his presence as the car went past, they banged on the

windows and hollered loudly.

But when we finally arrived at his castle, and pulled in through the gates I stared at all the fruit trees.

The gardens were amazing, the flowering vines climbed up the walls of the castle. Everywhere I

looked, all I saw was beauty.

I could see olive trees, bamboo stalks, lime trees, and oak trees. There were many different varieties of

fruit trees, as well as plants that were beyond my knowledge. I could even see an orange, and a mango

tree, which made my mouth water and my stomach rumble.