Royal Dragon (The Bride Hunt Book 1) (24 page)

Neither king took any notice. Maybe some of the others in the crowd were feeling the same way as she did because the women parted to let her through. “What you are doing is nothing short of barbaric.”

The crowd hushed.

“She doesn’t want to go with you. Let her go right now.” Tanya projected, sounding more confident than she felt.

Zane glanced her way before turning in the direction of the waiting vehicles.

“This is a sexist, disgusting tradition that needs to be put to an end. Why can’t you choose someone that’s actually interested in going with you? Why does it have to be her?”

He turned back, his dark eyes zoning in on her. Her breathing hitched. Her heart rate increased, a whole damn lot.
I just had to get involved. Couldn’t leave it alone.

“This woman has been chosen as my mate. What is done cannot be undone.” He turned and made for the waiting vehicles. Like that was a reasonable explanation.
So not
.

“Bastard! Leave her alone!” She must have completely lost her mind because she walked after him and straight into the massive chest of one of the guards. There was only one thing to do in a situation like this, she beat against the chest in her way while screaming obscenities at the retreating back of the bastard king.

“Easy,” a low rumble that had her insides vibrating.

Tanya looked up into a set of dark, penetrating eyes. She froze. It was Brant. The second vampire king.

“What would you like me to do with her?” asked a voice to the right of the king.

His eyes stayed on hers. His nostrils flared and his body tightened. It was then that she realized that her hands were flattened on his chest. She snatched them away.

“Lord Brant?” the voice enquired.

“She’s coming with me.” He took her hand and strode towards the remaining vehicles. She wanted to pull away, to dig her heels in the ground, but her traitorous feet kept on moving in time with his. It was only when they reached the waiting SUV and Brant opened the door and gestured for her to enter, that she finally snapped out of it. Part of her didn’t want to believe this was happening. As ridiculous as it seemed, King Brant had chosen her.

No. Surely not.

“Wait.”

His eyes snapped to hers. Dark, fathomless, deadly.

Chosen to the Vampire Kings
(Ménage)