Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: 102. Terms and Conditions

Maisie

The silence that followed my words was suffocating.

My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to escape. I needed to leave. Right now. I couldn’t stand in this room with them for another second. I wasn’t their wife. I wasn’t their princess. I wanted nothing from them.

I took a step back, muscles coiled tight, ready to bolt.

Jericho was the first to speak. There was a dark edge to his voice, but his expression was calm. Too calm.

"Is that what you really want, malyshka?"

My heart jolted but I locked down on it, raising my chin with resolve. "Yes."

Something flickered across their faces. Four pair of eyes honed in on me sharply, pinning me to the spot. An oppressive, violent energy rose in the air. It felt like a pissing contest and battle of wills.

I didn’t back down. It didn’t matter if my body and my Lycan was against the very idea of separation. This was my choice to make. And I would take it. This was how I took my life back.

But something surprising happened. They all nodded collectively.

I knew then that something was wrong. They were calm. Way too calm. It was almost as though... they had been expecting it.

Soren straightened to his full height and gave me a lazy smile as he leaned over and lifted a brown document off the table. Extending it to me, Soren said in a voice that was low like a caress and also... smug. "We thought you would say that. You never disappoint, Adams."

My fingers creased over the envelope. "What is that?"

"Read it," he drawled.

I cut through the seal and was greeted with a stack of papers. Warning bells began pealing in my mind. The words on the first page blurred. Same for the second.

My gaze flicked to the bottom of the document and my heart began thumping wildly. Cold sweat broke across my skin.

No. No. That couldn’t be.

It was my signature staring back at me. My signature. It was sketched clumsily, slightly crooked, but I knew my handwriting when I saw it. The little hearts over the ’i’s.

But I didn’t recognize the document. My fingers shook. "What in the hell is this?"

Soren inclined his head towards the door. "I’m sure Alden can explain."

As if on cue, a man who seemed to be in his late thirties strolled in through the front door. Had he been there the entire time? He looked extremely familiar. He was dressed in an expensive tux, had a pair of glasses on the crook of his nose and held a briefcase in his grasp.

He was the man who had the semblance of an attorney and had been at the house yesterday.

He bowed to the four of them. And then shifted sterling grey eyes to me. And bowed again, low enough to smack his forehead against the floor. "Your Highness," he said to me. "I am Alden, the Royal Counsel. And I believe you may have a few questions about your marriage contract."

I was never getting used to that. But to more pressing issues...

"My what?"

Alden fixed his glasses. "Your marriage contract."

"I didn’t sign a marriage contract. I didn’t sign any contract. The only thing I’ve ever signed in my life is a scholarship document."

Quinlan cleared his throat in my peripheral. "About that. You signed it five nights ago, cherie." He stuck out his tongue and ran it over his fangs. The movement pulled heat from my stomach and I despised it. Especially when he finished, "While I was inside you."

Alden started coughing.

I suffered the same afflicted when a horrendous flash of images assaulted my mind. My thighs straddled Quinlan’s face. My head was tipped back against the sealing and his tongue was inside me, thrusting as he ate me out and sunk his fangs into my...

Oh my god.

"Please," I said to Quinlan, grinding down against his tongue and his hands bruised my hips. "Please. I need you. Please?"

"Fuck," he swore and I grew wetter just hearing the words from him.

He lifted me off his face and I was suddenly on my back, with him poised between my legs. I lifted my hips, moaning and begging, but he held me in place. "I need you to do something for me first, ma belle."

I loved his accent. I love it more when he was between my legs. I nodded. "Anything. I’ll do anything... please..."

"Anything?" he purred and sucked my nipple into his hot mouth. Gods, but his tongue.

"Yes," I cried out.

The image flashed and I was holding a pen, scribbling down obediently on the pages of a document. It didn’t even occur to me to read it or ask what it was, before I threw it across the room and panted again Quinlan’s lips, "Please, fuck me."

My face flamed. Scratch that. My entire body flamed. I couldn’t look at the bastard in the eye. So I turned to Alden. "This can’t be legal. I was coerced."

"We both know you weren’t, cherie."

I barely my teeth at him. "I was... I was not myself!"

"It is legally binding," Alden said. Then he frowned. "I suppose in a human courtroom, there are at least five broken laws here. Lack of informed consent. Undue influence. Incapacity. Bad faith execution. Unconscionable contract."

"’Failure to read the contract shall not invalidate the contract.’"

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

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