Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: 108. Bad Influence

Maisie

"Do you like it?"

The last time I’d seen Juliette, my tongue had been in her mouth and her fingers in my hair. It was odd, looking at my sister-in-law, completely unsure how to communicate with her.

I glanced around my new bedroom.

They’d gotten the south wing of the house ready by the time I returned. My bedroom now ran along the entire length of the wing. There was more space than I knew what to do with, and I didn’t miss the fact that the bed was orgy-sized huge. I kept trying not to look at the bed. I was currently in a love-hate relationship with beds.

I nodded. "It’s very... large."

"I hear rooms in the castle are three times bigger," Juliette said, making herself comfortable on my bed. I still couldn’t look her in the eye, but she didn’t seem to notice. She spoke like it never happened, and her English was almost impeccable now. "I wish Quinn would take me when he went to court next."

"You’re not exactly missing out on anything," I muttered, walking over to my closet and I tried not to gasp when I pulled it open.

Juliette was behind me, peering over my shoulder. "They were not sure what you liked. So, Soren had your friends picked up from school and—the redhead—Ginny?—she told him to buy the whole store."

I was going to kill Regina. No wonder she had pushed me all the way here and told me I wouldn’t be needing to go shopping.

The closet was the size of my old bedroom. There were different compartments dedicated to different style of clothing. The first had elegant, tasteful dresses that one might wear to official events. There were expensive jewelry sets. Bags. Heels. Totally unlike anything I would have gotten myself. It looked so... grown up, it scared me.

The next was a little more casual. Jeans. Designer blouses. Leather skirts. Pleated skirts. Cashmere sweaters. Boots of every color and length. I tried not to salivate over them. I knew this was a bribe. I couldn’t let them know I was getting wet over a simple wardrobe. There were sweatpants too. And plain shirts.

The third partition was a little strange. It only had... well... laces and robes. Flimsy robes. See-through robes. Robes with blacked out parts on the nipples and down there. "What... what on earth is that?" I asked Juliette.

Her smile was a little less innocent. "Home wear."

"Hell no."

She gripped my shoulders and pushed me into the closet like we were best of friends. "I suspect they buy this one specially to annoy you. You know what my mama used to say to my papa all the time?"

I shook my head.

She smiled fondly. "Je suis trop intelligente, trop exigeante et trop libre pour que quiconque puisse s’emparer de moi tout entière."

"Uh... what?"

Juliette sat on a standing stool. "It means... I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too free for anyone to be able to take possession of me entirely. My mama had already been married once before when my papa found her. She swore she would never marry again. Lycan males are very entitled, you know? My papa thought he could woo her, but when she refused because she was human and much more liberal than he liked, he thought the solution was quite simple. He could just... kidnap her."

My brows rose. "You’re saying the ’kidnapping’ gene runs through the entire race?"

She giggled. "You could say so." She shook her head. "Either way, he marked her by force. And if you asked her, she still hasn’t forgiven him for it. Though, they can never quite keep their hands off each other. In the first few years when he hold her captive, it wasn’t like that at all. She didn’t let him anywhere near her, no matter how much he pleaded. And her own way of torturing him was walking around the house completely naked. It didn’t matter if there were other males in the house or around her. It was her own way of telling him va te faire foutre."

She lifted one of the lacy and obscene thongs that had an opening where my vagina would be. "It’s French for fuck you."

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