Regan POV
The loud, incessant rapping on my door makes me groan as I open my eyes. I glare at the ceiling, wanting to strangle the person banging on my door. Reluctantly, I sit upright and rub my eyes, trying to rid them of the sleep I have just had ruined by the twit banging loudly, their thumps on the door growing not only harder but faster, making me growl.
"What?" I yell out to the person ruining my sleep. The door bursts open, and Zeke saunters in, his aura spilling out of him is uncontrollable. Glancing at him, he is dressed and ready for the day until I really took in his outfit, which is more something he would wear to the gym than to work. And my brother doesn’t go to the gym. He is far too lazy for such things; the only exercise he gets is lifting a bottle to his lips or having sex.
Rolling my eyes, I toss the blanket back and sit up. "Is there a reason you are bashing on my fucking door at?" My eyes go to the window. It is barely light outside.
"At this ungodly hour, brother?" I snap, annoyed. I barely got any sleep without Gnash, the big brute usually crushing my feet. With him gone, the bed somehow felt empty, despite me constantly complaining about how much room he steals. I crack my neck, my eyes moving to the spot where my wolf should lay that is vacant.
"One survived!" Zeke says, making me glance at him. Real funny.
"Impossible," I growl, standing up and reaching for my gray sweatpants.
"Must you always sleep naked!" Lyon asks, strolling into the room. I roll my eyes at him.
"You don't want to see me naked, don't barge into my room!" I retort. Not my fault they are less endowed and embarrassed. I smirk at my thoughts, yet don’t feel like getting into a dick debate with them, so keep my thoughts to myself.
Lyon scoffs, and I reach for my tank top. "We have a problem; one of them survived the night. Father thinks it's hilarious and won't let us know who. The old fart has been laughing for the past hour." Lyon tells me.
"Bullshit, check the cameras," I tell him, dismissing him. There is no way any of those women survived against our wolves. My father is just trying to make us compete in some childish sibling rivalry for some unknown reason. Maybe he really is losing his damn mind.
"They've been shut off, and father changed the password, so I can't log in." Zeke snarls. I raise an eyebrow at him.
"Anyway, we enter the maze in ten minutes," Lyon says, huffing out a breath. So they still want to pretend one really survived? Fine, I will play along with their little game.
you is to enter if
brother? Scared of some
throne should be mine. You will both forfeit.
have us competing for
up. Bending down, I go to put them on before growling and tossing them aside. I’m faster barefoot. Looking at Lyon, he watches me, a bizarre look on his face, one
in the four kingdoms.
across his chest and leaning on the door frame. However, I don’t believe his words;
I'm not pulling out. You want the throne. You better run fast, brother." Zeke smirks before walking out. I growl.
out of the room. As I move toward the door, Lyon steps in my way. He peers out the door at our retreating brother before looking
lives in squalor!” Lyon states. He is correct. Zeke was always at war with someone over inconsequential shit. And his people suffered the price, and I was always
toward the dining hall. “What are you going to do?” Lyon asks.
stop him from competing, but you need to stand down
your birthright, Regan. We are all
and the only one fucking trained to run
the spot!” Lyon snarls. My hand grips the front of his shirt before I shove
know it, Regan. Your people are terrified
bad thing; it keeps them in line,” I tell him.
because your temper got in the fucking way! Tell me how you are worthy after you slaughtered every witch from that damn bloodline! And don’t even get
They have always blamed me for her death. If only they fucking knew the truth as I
him go, turning on my heel. I am done with this conversation. As much as my brother annoys me I don’t want to hurt Lyon. Zeke,
my way inside the dining hall, my father looks as smug as a pig in shit. Zeke is helping himself to the small bar area, I shake my head. That man can’t even remain sober